The Conversion Bureau: The Other Side of the Spectrum, Side story: Europe

by Proudtobe

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Trixie, Sex, Tragedy, Crossover
Length: 40917

When a magical portal spits out an enraged human hellbent on hurting them, Twilight and her friends find themselves learning of a world under attack... From Celestia and the Elements of Harmony. Now they have to figure out how to help the remaining

This story will follow Leutnant Stephan Bauer of the 313-EGB and his friends in the Bundeswehr through the battle for humanity against the Sun Tyrant Celestia.

This is a side story by me, with the help of TB3 and Redskin122004. I want to thank both for the help and that they allow me to write that story.

Please read and review. Thank you.

Update, 18.02.2015: I have started to go through the chapters to work on the grammar. May take a while, tell me what you think.

Published 2012-12-21 17:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-19 08:59:20 UTC

Chapter two: The enemy of my enemy (Edited 05.07.2015, many thanks to the Spectrum Crew)

The Conversion Bureau: The Other Side of the Spectrum
Side story: Europe
Chapter Two: The Enemy of My Enemy

Original by TB3 and Redskin122004, side story by ProudToBe

Somewhere between Berlin and Rostock, Germany, 2019 Anno Domini

Daniel was checking his weapon for the fifth time in the Puma infantry fighting vehicle. One of the barrels got too hot during the fight in Berlin and almost exploded in his face if he didn’t run out of ammo. Which reminded him to get a replacement for the old one and to fill his ammo bags again. The battle had lasted almost an hour, and he lost some good comrades. At last, the Chancellor is safe now. If Stephan and the helicopters hadn’t showed up...

The cabin was wiggling as the 30mm auto cannon fired again and again. “HAH! Got another one of those damn pegasi!”

Daniel leaned forward and looked at the commander of the tank. “Hey, Müller! Stop shooting and drive!”

Leutnant Oscar Müller, a twenty three year old, slightly chubby man. He commanded a bigger tank unit with Puma IFVs, Leopards, GTE Boxer, some with Mantis anti air guns and even some Panzerhaubitze (armored howitzer) 2000. They came shortly after the helicopters of Stephan and bombed the hell out of the ponies.The anti-air Boxer with the newest Mantis C-RAM system fired their 35mm air burst ammo at small groups of pegasi, shredding them into pieces. The shields of their chariots weren’t strong enough to withstand the 35mm anti air ammo when they hit directly. The 120mm cannon of the Leopard2A7+ and the 155mm of the Panzerhaubitze took care of the ground ponies. The ponies ran away as they saw what those big bad kitties can do and the Bundestag was secured. At least, for the time being.

Müller laughed at Daniel and looked at his old buddy. “Come on, let me have some fun! How often do you fight against creatures who jumped out of mythology itself?”

“I know, but I want to reach Rostock in one piece! And you are just attracting more of them!”

“Good! More to shoot at!”, Müller laughed again and turned his attention back to the fire controls.

Daniel sighed. Müller was one gun crazy idiot, and he had no hesitation to show it. Daniel wondered how he passed the psychological tests in the first place.

Sometimes he wonders how Stephan made it through it as well...

Daniel laid on the grass as another potion bomb hit the ground, not far from him. He jumped up and fired several rounds into the chariot, but the bullets didn’t made it through the shield. He swore and reloaded his light machine gun. When was the last time he changed the barrel? He don’t know, nor he had the time to think about it as he a lot of hooves heard.

‘Another ground assault!’, he thought and jerked up to fire at the ponies over the sandbags. He lost count how many he had already killed. But he knew how many of his soldiers had been killed or ponified. Only to be killed by the own comrades later.

He gasped at the sight of hundreds of ponies, earth and unicorns alike who stormed his position.

‘Just like 1944, I think...’ He opened fire together with the rest who was still able to fight. A unknown number of ponies had been killed, but there are just too many. He simply held in the crowd and never let the trigger go.

There was a small explosion and he closed his eyes for a moment. One bullet blasted off in the chamber of his mg by the enormous heat, caused by the nonstop fire.

‘NOT NOW!’, he screamed in his mind. He watched how the wave of ponies got closer and closer, and not even the armored vehicles could stop them. He let his MG fall on the ground and changed to his secondary, killing some ponies but it was hopeless. One pony made it through and was almost at him. He prepared his grenade and hold it in his free hand, firing the USP one handed. If he goes down, then he will take that pony with him.

But it never came to this. The pony vanished in a cloud of dust, only to reappear on the ground in a pool of blood and guts, weakly stirring. Daniel looked for the one who did that, and gave a sigh of relief as he spotted the choppers. The door gunner in the CH-53 fired on the next pony with his .50 HMG and let heavy bullets rain with 900 rounds per minute. There was the chopper for the Chancellor as well, flying a bit higher as the others, covered by two Tiger attack helicopters.

And then he saw him. Stephan was standing at the side of the gunner, pointing for him at next target. The CH-53 stopped and switched into hover mode. Ropes got tossed out and Stephan was of course the one who jumped first. He brought out his HK417 rifle, always with a fifty round drum magazine and underbarrel grenade launcher. Victory through superior firepower, and Stephan was showing that it works.

He watched in horror as three ponies ran out of the Bundestag and attacked him, two earth and one pegasi. The two earth ponies tossed their potions at Stephan, but he simply dodged one of them in a smooth move, caught the other and threw it right back at the pegasi, striking him in the face. The pony lost his orientation and crashed in the ground. Daniel could even hear from his position how its neck broke.

Stephan then faced the earth ponies, catching one of them at his front hoof as he tried to jump on him and flick the pony over his shoulder, and kicked the other one in the face as it tried the same. He killed it with a burst of his rifle, before walking over to the pony he threw on the ground. He closed his hand around the throat of the poor pony and lifted him up in the air. The pony struggled and tried to get away, but it was powerless against Stephan’s bear like grip. Stephan took out a machete on his belt and thrusted it into its chest. He tossed the dead body away like a toy as it stopped to move and swung the machete to get the blood off of it before he put it back in the belt.

Daniel was watching everything and was stunned. Everything happened so fast that he had problems to follow him with his eyes. Stephan was an impressive sight on the battlefield. Always hard, strong and calm... the perfect soldier. But with the heart on the right place, even though it doesn’t looks like it from time to time.

Stephan smiled at Daniel as he spotted him and walked with long steps towards him while the rest of EGB 313 roped out of the helicopter.

“Daniel! You old jerk face!”

Daniel stood up and saluted at him. “Greetings, Herr Leutnant!”

Stephan stopped in front of him and returned that salute. Both laughed a bit, before Stephan took Daniel in a friendly hug. “Good to see you. How is it going?”

Daniel looked around and shook his head. “Bad. Really bad. At least we got the Chancellor and some others save in the Dingos. We... lost many good men and women today...”

Stephan nodded and placed his hand on Daniel's shoulder. “They won’t be forgotten.”

“...yeah... I hope so.” Daniel gave Stephan a sad smile before he walked at his side to the armored vehicle with the Chancellor inside. He knocked at the door. “Hey, it’s me! Open up!”

The locks released the door and a young soldier opened it by pushing it. “It’s good to see you, Herr Oberstabsfeldwebel! Herr Leutnant!” He saluted at both and they saluted back. Stephan gave the signal to land the chopper for the Chancellor and it began to land nearby, while the Tigers took care of every pony who got too close.

“HERR LEUTNANT! ANOTHER AIR AND GROUND ASSAULT!”, one of Stephan’s soldiers screamed and pointed at the next wave of pegasi and chariots. Far more than before.

“Damn! We don’t have the firepower to stop them all!”, shouted Daniel. He looked at Stephan and raised a brow at him as he just smiled. “What’s so funny?”

Stephan looked at the clock around his wrist and counted out loud. “Three... two... one...”

The air around the pegasi seem to explode as they got hit by anti air fire. The single pegasi got wiped out off the air, while the chariots began to burn and fall into buildings and the streets. The ponies on the ground vanished in fire and smoke as the groups got hit by tank cannons. Daniel looked at the source for all this and saw how a bigger tank unit drives around the Bundestag. He saw Leopard tanks, Boxers, Pumas and even one or two Panzerhaubitze. They pushed the ponies back, and each pony who didn’t run fast enough became a victim of the sheer power of the German tanks.

Daniel raised a fist in the air and cheered at the incoming allies. “I probably owe them one or two beer for that.”

Stephan giggled. “Ooh, you're gonna wish you hadn’t said that.”

Daniel looked at Stephan to say something, but a Puma drove right in front of them and the roof opened. Daniel’s eyes became bigger in disbelief. “Oh, fuck me...”

Müller looked at Daniel and Stephan with a big grin. “Did I just heard something about free beer?”

Stephan patted Daniel’s shoulder and walked away. “I leave that to you two. I have to clean up the Bundestag. Daniel, you drive with Müller, I take the choppers.”

“Oh, come on!” Daniel wanted to protest, but Stephan was already gone.

“So, what about that beer?”

Daniel shook his head and looked over at Müller. “Did you said something?”

“We are almost there. Get ready.”

Daniel nodded and loaded his HK121, checked the barrel and his secondary.

‘Take care Stephan...’ he began to think as Müller spoke up again.

“Oh, and don’t forget the beer! Stephan just reminded me about that over com!”

‘...you know what, Stephan? You can screw yourself.’

Hamburg

Stephan watched in disbelief as a blue coated pony who pulled a cart behind her ran straight to him. He was already on his way to shoot the pony as he saw that she wore a cape and a hat which looked like a cheap magician’s outfit. He lifted a hand, palm pointed at her.

“Hold it! Don’t come closer!” The mare seem to understand and stopped. Stephan turned around and pointed at two soldier who jumped up and followed him to the mare.

He eyed everything around him and stopped only a few feet away from the blue pony. “Who are you, and why should we help you?” Stephan asked bluntly.

The mare cleared her throat before the answered by standing up on her back hooves, front hooves stretched out to each side. “I! Am the GREAT and POWERFUL TRIXIE! I’m a well known traveling magician and I request a place in your.... flying, vehicle... thingy...”

The two soldiers behind Stephan whispered to each other. “What do you think? Hostile, or friendly?”

“...hostile.”

“...dressed like that?”

“Definitely hostile.”

Stephan looked over his shoulder and gave both a deadly glare. They became silent and returned to secure the area.

“Well, Trixie...”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie, if you please,” she interrupted him without hesitation.

“Yeah, whatever. Listen TRIXIE...”, he said with a defiantly look in the face. “You need to give me a reason to take you with me. Otherwise, you can stay here with your other pony friends.”

Trixie looked at him like he slapped her in the face. “Those... things, are not Trixie’s friends. Some of them tried to force Trixie to give you humans that filthy potion. Trixie denied and Trixie had to run away because they think now that Trixie is a friend of the humans.”

Stephan looked at her and got pissed on more and more, every time she was talking about her in third person. He could leave her behind, but on the other hand, she was running away from her own kind because she do not want to have anything to do with Celestia’s master plan. Because, you know... the enemy of the enemy...

“...okay. You can fly with us.” Trixie smiled wide and wanted to thank him as he pointed at the cart. “But that thing stays behind.”

Trixie looked over her back and then at Stephan with a shock in her eyes. “You can’t be serious! Trixie needs it! This is Trixie's home!” She just couldn’t lose her new cart, not again. But Stephan remained hard as stone.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have room for your cart. If you want to come with us, then you have to leave that here.”

But Trixie shook her head. “No. NO! I... Trixie can’t.”

“We don’t have any room left for dead weight.”

“Then make some!” Trixie shouted at him. She was close to her tears. Losing the first cart was hard, but to go through it again... no, she can not do this.

“Sorry...we are out of time.” Stephan shook his head and turned around to walk to the helicopter. He was tired and does not want to lose any more time as he already had with the decision to actually speak with that mare. Who does she think she is? Taking her and her cart with him? Not gonna happen.

But there was something about her. He just couldn’t lay his finger on it now...

He peeked over his shoulder and saw how she sat on her haunches, her head hanging down. It looked like she was crying.

Stephan closed his eyes and hesitated to get into the helicopter. Then he punched his fist against the metallic wall and turned around. “Cover me!” Several soldiers jumped out and provided cover for their officer who was now running to Trixie.

Trixie looked up and saw how the human ran towards her. Maybe he changed his mind...

She never expected what happened next. The human walked around her and released the connection of Trixie and the cart, and pushed it on it’s side. Wood broke and Trixie was screaming at him “WHAT ARE YOU DOING! STOP THAT!”

But Stephan had other ideas. He got Trixie under his arm and ran to the helicopter. Trixie struggles and wiggles but she couldn’t free herself from Stephan’s grasp. “NO! MY CART! HOW COULD YOU!”

Stephan gave the signal to take off and the helicopter lifted itself from the ground, higher and higher. “MY HOME... YOU MONSTER! THAT WAS MY HOME!”

That was the end of the line. Stephan looked at her like she made a death wish. “So, you think you have it bad!? This out there...!” He pointed with a finger on Hamburg “This is my home! And it's going to be destroyed by you damn ponies, that fucking dome and that damn bitch of princess! So, don’t yell at me again because you had to leave a old cart behind, while I and my friends here have to leave THEIR ENTIRE COUNTRY, OR I WILL THROW YOU OUT OF THE DOOR! IS THAT CLEAR!?”

Trixie couldn’t breath. No one had talked to her like that. Not since...

“Hey... do you guys hear that?” one of the soldier said.

It became quiet in the helicopter, except for the engines. And then Stephan and Trixie could hear it.

Bells. First a few, then more and more. It seem like that every bell in every church in Hamburg began to play. It filled the air with a sad sound. It was like...

“It’s sounds like crying....” one soldier said. Stephan could only nod.

USS Gerald R. Ford, near Germany, 2019 Anno Domini

USS Gerald is one of the newest carriers of the US Navy. It is a impressive ship, equipped with the newest sea to sea, sea to air and sea to ground weapon systems, and it had its own fleet for close protection. It was a swimming fortress.

Stephan looked through the cockpit window and whistles. ‘Damn, someone must have the smallest dick on earth...’

“USS Gerald, this is Falke one-one, request landing permission, come in.”

“Falke one-one, this is the USS Gerald R. Ford, permission to land on helicopter landing field 2, I repeat, landing field 2. Come in Falke.”

“Understood Gerald, landing field 2, out.”

The helicopter began its descent. Stephan looked at Trixie. Her blue coat around the face turned greener as the chopper jumped and wiggled during the landing. She was silent the entire fly, probably because of the humans around her. Stephan told the other soldiers already to be calm and not doing any harm on her. She is a prisoner of war, and she have rights like everyone else.

“And yes, I know that she is not a human. But she is acting like a person, and I will treat her like one, and I expect the same from you all.”

Trixie felt sick but tried to look powerful and great as good as she can. She is just not used to fly in such machines. She wonders how those humans could do it every day. She opened her eyes and was surprised as she saw a sick bag under her muzzle. She followed the arm which was holding it and looked up in Stephan’s face. “Here. You look like you will need one.”

Trixie was a bit blushing but that was hidden under the green of her sickness. She slowly shook her head and pushed the bag aside. “The Gre -humg- great and powerful Trixie does not need those. I feel fi...”

The helicopter hit the flight deck and a rough shake got through everyone on board. Trixie wasn’t able to hold it back anymore and accepted the paper bag.

“Wow, never saw a horse puke before”, one soldier said and some others began to laugh.

Trixie felt humiliated. She looked at the ground, avoiding any eye contact. Stephan glared at the soldiers and the laugh died out. He kneeled down and took a handkerchief out of his jacked, holding it in front of Trixie who took it in her hoof and cleaned her mouth. She gave it back after she was done and whispered “Thank you...”

“You are welcome“, Stephan answered.

He stood up as the loading ramp opened and two US Marines stepped inside. “Leutnant Bauer?”, one of them asked.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“We heard that you brought one of those ponies with you?”

Stephan looked at Trixie and she looked at him in fear. He then returned his attention at the two Marines. “She is a POW, and I take responsibility for her. She is not going to hurt anyone.”

“She have to come with us.”

“Why?”

“For the security of this ship and everyone onboard.” He turned around and waved two other soldiers into the helicopter. One was holding a black bag in his hand. Stephan looked at it and moved in front of Trixie.

“Is that really necessary?”, he asked.

“Please, don’t interfere, Leutnant”, the marine said dry.

Stephan looked at Trixie and gave a sigh. He turned around and kneeled down again in front of her. “Listen. Do whatever those man say. Don’t fight and you will be okay. Understood?”

Trixie was confused. First he was going to let her behind, then he destroyed her cart and in the helicopter he wanted to throw her out. And now there he was and took care of her like she was some little filly. She is the great and powerful Trixie. She don’t need anyone. But why does she feels so... safe around him?

She nodded and walked slowly at the marines. She jerked up a bit as one of them took off her hat and another one pulled the black bag over her head. The four soldiers and the pony between them walked out, followed by Stephan and his comrades.

“Peter.”

The Hauptfeldwebel stepped at his side followed the five with his eyes. “Yes?”

“Try to figure out what they want from her. And tell me if they try to do anything stupid. Okay?”

Peter nodded and waved some others of the EGB 313 to him and followed Trixie and the others.

“Leutnant!”

Stephan looked around and saw how the Chancellor walked slowly to him. “Miss Chancellor! Nice to see you. Why are you on the carrier?” Both greeted another with a handshake.

“Many leaders had been evacuated on this ship. I’m here to meet them and to figure out what our next steps are. I was wondering if you want to assist me. I need someone who knows our enemy.”

Stephan smiled at her and saluted. “It will be an honor ma’am.”

The old woman smiled back. “The meeting is in a half hour in the conference room. I will see you there.”

He nodded and she walked off the airfield. He watched her like always to protect her anytime. But now he have someone else to protect as well, because he knows with what kind of people Trixie is now.

45 minutes later in an interrogation room

Trixie sat uneasy on the stool in a lightly illuminated room. It wasn’t made for ponies and she tried to find a good position. She wished that she had the same talent like that green unicorn she once saw in Ponyville.

How long was she already sitting in this room? Ten minutes? Thirty? Longer? She don’t know, there was no clock she could look at. Or anything else that could help, nor she knows the purpose of this barely furnished room. And that made her worried. She does not like it to don’t have any control, and this room got on her nerves.

‘How can they let the great and powerful waiting in such a room? That’s under Trixie’s dignity!’, she protested in her mind.

Again she was slipping of the stool and she got back on it as the door opened. Two man in uniform walked in, another one stayed outside and whispered something to the other one, before he walked in as well. Then the door closed again and there was a loud metallic sound as it locked up.

“Finally! Someone Trixie can talk to”, she spoke up with a boastful voice. “Trixie wants to know why she is been held in such a...”

Something hit the side of her head and she felt on the ground. She began to breath a bit faster and tried to figure out what happened as her body switched into a state of panic.

“Shut up you animal!” One of the man kicked her in the back and she winced in pain. She tried to get up again, but another hit by a fist made her vision became black for a second.

“P-please... stop... ”, she tried to talk, but every word, every breath made her chest burn, “...it hurts...”

“Ooh~, did you heard that? I wonder how many children begged before she shoved that potion in their throats.”

Trixie got slowly on her legs, wiggling. “I... I never...”

One of the soldiers took her around the neck and tossed her on the metallic desk. “STOP TALKING! We don’t need any more lies, get it?”

Trixie shook her head “No, no... I didn’t do it... I... would never...” A slap over her snout made her spitting a bit blood.

“We have lot’s of time, you hear? You will pay for what you did. What you did to my family in Europe.”

‘It’s hopeless... they don’t want to listen... please... somepony help me...’

In the same time...

Stephan wiggled from one foot to another, slow and hidden. Conferences are not really his thing. He wants to be out there, fighting. Each minute he spends here is a minute he could use to save more of his fellow countrymen.

But the Chancellor asked him to be at her side during the conference with the other leaders of Europe. There are not many left, most of them are actually delegates and the seconds of the actual presidents. Equestria hit Europe hard, and he already heard from attacks on every country all over the world. Even America was under attack. They must have planned that for a while now. How could he have be so blind.

“And that is why I call for the European Defence Initiative. We all have to work together now to face that threat who attacks our countries without mercy, with the goal to wipe out humanity.”

The German Chancellor broke up her talk to drink a bit water, while a murmur goes around.

‘Good work, old lady’, he thought and smiled a bit.

“I want to give Leutnant Bauer the word. He fought the Equestrians and saved my life, together with many others. He is so far I know the only officer available who can tell us more about our enemy. Herr Leutnant.”

Everyone was now looking at him. He cleared his throat and stepped forward. “Thank you Chancellor.” He pushed a button on a remote and the room became dark. Another button turned the digital slide-projector on. The first picture was from a helmet cam and showed several ponies attacking civilians.

“We already know that the attack must been planned for a long time. That precision and timing to attack all world leaders at once... there is no doubt that the ‘Newfoals’ and human collaborators had help and getting their orders from above. I doubt that they could have done it alone.”

The next picture showed up with a royal guards pony in it. “We believe that the Royal Guard of Celestia is helping them. They seem to use their magical abilities to teleport quickly from one spot to another to bring orders and a new supply of potion.”

A man at the round table raised his hand. It was the delegate of Poland. “I’m sorry, did you just said magical powers?”

Stephan nodded. “Yes. Those ponies have magical power we don’t understand by now. We hope that we will one day. And hopefully sooner than later.”

The door swung open and a German soldier saluted. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have a situation, Leutnant!”

That was what Stephan was afraid of. Since the moment as he heard that the White House was under attack. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” He could hear whisper of protest but he was already out of the door and followed the soldier.

“It’s about her, isn’t it?” He asked the soldier.

“Yes, Leutnant. We saw how three marines walked with her in a interrogation room. One closed the door from the outside and guarding it now. The other two are alone with her inside.”

Stephan’s hand became a fist, and the white knuckles showed up from beneath the skin. “Damn! I shouldn’t let her go with them.”

“What are we gonna do now, Leutnant?”

Stephan looked at him with a fire in the eyes. “We do what we can do best. Saving innocents.”

Interrogation room

Trixie laid on the ground. There was nothing she could do, except letting it happen. Her eyes are already dry, she had no more tears left and she could taste the blood in her mouth. Why? Why are they so angry with her? What did she to them that she deserves such a torture? Was it because of what she did in Ponyville? Some kind of late punishment? Her old cart got destroyed by Twilight, she was homeless and had to work on a rock farm to gather enough money for a new one, which got destroyed, too. Wasn’t that already enough punishment?

One of the soldier in the blue uniform spitted on her. “Stupid pony." He looked over to his friend. "Let’s finish it.”

“Yeah. You still know the story?”

“Yes. She attacked first”, he said. She couldn’t move, and she don’t care. They want to see her dead... for a crime other ponies did. She closed her eyes and prepared herself as she heard the heavy boots behind her, ready to crush her skull.

But it didn’t happened. The soldiers hesitated and she heard why. The door opened and another soldier walked in. She moved her head to see him. Probably another human who wanted to torture her.

“What is the meaning of this?”

That voice. She moved her head a bit more and tried to focus on the new human. And her heart made a jump.

It was him. She knew that green uniform and that face. He came to save her. Again.

The two soldiers tensed up, and one holds his hand over the pistol at his belt. Stephan walked closer at him and looked in his eyes like a predator who just found it’s prey. “I said, what is the meaning of this?”

The marine swallowed dry and tried to maintain the control of this situation. “I-I’m sorry, but you have no clearance to be h...”

“She is a POW of the German army, caught in Germany by me. Her matters are also my, because I take responsibility for her. You two had no right to see her, let alone to lay hands on her until I, and I alone give the permission. And I can not remember to give you that permission.”

The other marine stepped forward. Both of them are seaman apprentices, Stephan noticed. Young soldiers who don’t know where they could release their pent-up tension.

“We don’t have to follow your orders, Lieutenant. You are not our superior officer.”

“That’s right. But I am.”

Everyone in the room turned to the door. In the doorframe stand a man a bit higher as Stephan, and sturdy build. He wore the uniform of the US Navy and Stephan could read his name.

Renee.

“S-sir!” Both man stood straight and saluted at him. Stephan looked at Renee. He is trained to just need one look at someone to know who he is facing. And this guy looked like someone who means business. Stephan didn’t didn’t need to know more about this person and walked to Trixie. He placed his hands on her and checked if something was broken.

Or worse.

After he was sure she was as okay as she could be, he lifted her up and took her in his arms. She was still awake, but unable to move or speak. Stephan walked to the door and Renee blocked the way.

“I will take her to the next med station. Please, step aside.”

Renee looked at the pony for a moment and nodded. “Take care of her. I take care of those hotheads.” He stepped aside to let him pass.

Stephan gave him a firm nod and walked through the door, the bleeding Trixie in his arms. Trixie leaned her head against his warm chest, and listened to his heartbeat. It was strong and the beating was calm.

‘Why...’ she began to think. ‘Why do I feel so safe around you...’ And then she fainted.

Later in the med station

Trixie jerked forward with a loud gasp. The light in the room was burning in her eyes and she held her hoof up to cover the eyes, which are not used to it yet. She blinked a few times before her sight got better and she could already see some silhouettes. The next thing what caught her eyes are cables which are connected with her body. She followed them with her eyes and found a machine which showed her heartbeat and other vital functions.

‘I must be in some kind of hospital...’

She looked around and found more evidences for her suspicion while her vision got better every passing second. The room was mostly white, here and there was cold metal to see and everything looked really sterile. Medical supplies are laying on tables, most of them still in little bags made of plastic. And almost everywhere was the red cross.

‘...definitely a hospital...’ She thought with a little uneasy feeling.

“Oh, you are awake.”

Trixie twisted her head at the direction from where the voice came. A move she better had not done, because her neck began to hurt and she closed her eyes while her body began to wince, which only caused more pain. She felt how two hands pushed her carefully back on the bed. This hands felt smaller and weaker as from the others she had experienced. She opened her eyes again and saw a female human who pulled the blanket back on her. She had long, what are those humans call it? Hair. It was long hair, not a mane. The hair was a mix of brown and blond. She couldn’t tell if it was natural or fake. Trixie guess she is not older as thirty years.

“They pulled you through a meatgrinder. You are lucky that they hadn't damaged anything important. If that one kick in your belly had been placed just a few inch more to the left, then your spleen could have exploded.”

Trixie looked under her blanket and saw a bandage around her belly and chest.

“You just have many bruises, a mild concussion and two slightly broken ribs. They will heal quickly.”

“...why are you helping me?”

The medic raised a brow at her. “Beg, pardon?”

Trixie looked her into the eyes. “Why are you helping me? The others wanted to kill me, because of what the other ponies did... but you...” She laid her head in both hooves and massage her forehead. “I’m just so confused now...”

The medic smiled and got at her side. “Because it’s my job to help. And...” She pointed with a finger in one direction. “...because he almost forced me to help you. Or begged. It was somehow a mix of both.”

Trixie followed her finger and her eyes stopped at the figure in a chair. It was Stephan. He sat there, with his elbow on the armrest and the head in the hand. He seem to sleep peacefully. It was actually a cute picture. The big, angry bear was now taking a nap after a long day.

“He stayed the entire time and didn’t wanted to leave your side, even as I said that I will call the security.”

“...how long was I out?”

The woman looked at a clock over the door. “Almost three hours.”

Trixie kept her eyes on him. He stayed almost three hours, waiting for her to wake up. She does not know anypony who would do the same for her. And that was probably because of her behaviour which kept most of them on distance. But he, not even the same species, who barely knows her, was waiting for her.

She felt how her cheeks became red and a warm feeling raised in her belly.

At least until she saw that his eyes opened too. Slowly first, but then they became wide open as he noticed that she is awake. He almost jumped out of the chair and walked to her. His hands rest on the edges of the bed and smiled at her. “Hey. How do you feel?”, he asked with a calm voice, with a honest warmth in it.

“...good... I guess...”, she said unsure. At the same time she wondered if he could see her blushing from under the coat.

“Good to hear.” He nodded at the medic. “Thank you for the help.”

The female medic lifted her hand like she gestured him to stop. “No problem. I was worried at first that I can’t help her, because of... well, obvious reasons. But luckily, her anatomy is not that different from a actual human.”

“Thank you anyway. If there is anything I can do to help, please tell me.”

The woman smiled and nodded. “Will do.”

The door swung open and a middle-aged man walked in. Stephan watched him enter before he looked at Trixie again. “Trixie, this is Hauptfeldwebel Diesberg. He will stay here with you and keeps an eye on you. He is my second in command and one of my closest friends. You can trust him.”

Trixie leaned forward to look past Stephan and eyed the man. He waved at her with a warm smile. “Greetings, miss...”

Trixie waved a hoof before she said, “Trixie. My name is Trixie.”

He got closer and was standing now at Stephan’ side. “Trixie. Right, you said that quite frequently. Do you have a last name too?”

“L-Lulamoon. My full name is Trixie Lulamoon.” She hadn't told her full name anypony for a long time. It was a odd feeling to tell it, especially to tell it some strangers. It was not a bad feeling, just odd.

“Okay, miss Lulamoon. I have to leave now. Some people want to talk with me about what happened”, Stephan said with a sour note in his voice. He turned around and walked to the door as Peter spoke up.

“I’m sure they won’t do anything, Leutnant. You are still too important as that they going to kick you out of the army.”

Stephan smiled at him and shook his head. “You are probably right. But you can never know by those politicians.”

Both laughed and Stephan disappeared in the corridor and closed the door.

“Can... can I ask you something?”

Peter eyed Trixie and gave a quick nod. “Sure.”

“Who is he?”

Peter smiled and took a chair to sit down at her side. “Who? The Leutnant?”

Trixie nodded slowly.

“Well... you have to ask himself for the full story. But, I can tell you everything what isn’t censored as highly classified.”

Trixie looked at him like a tired child who wants to hear a story about the hero in white. “That’s okay. Please.”

Peter nodded and leaned back. He noticed how the medic walked in a smaller room. “I leave you two alone. I have to prepare everything for the marines who come back from France soon.”

Peter giggled a bit and took a deep breath. He followed the woman with his eyes for a while, paying extra attention at her hips she wiggled from side to side. “Well..." He began, "I guess I begin as I met him the first time. It was in Seedorf. He got transferred from Hamburg after his basic training. He wasn’t a Leutnant back then, hell, he was just simple private but with a lot of potential in him...”

Chapter three: And the sun keeps smiling (Edited 21.3.2015)

The Conversion Bureau: The Other Side of the Spectrum
Side story: Europe
Chapter two: And the sun keeps smiling
Original by TB3 and Redskin122004, side story by ProudToBe

Harbor of Rostock, Germany, 2019 Anno Domini, after the events in Berlin

A flood of people. Thousands who want to get to safety. They come from everywhere, hoping that a ship or helicopter will bring them away from the horror Celestia released upon the humans. Away from the possibility to become a pony and turning against the own kind.

And yet, there are not enough ships for everyone. Daniel shivered by the thought to leave so many behind. But there was nothing he could do. Just his hope remains, that as many as possible get to the coast and the ships.

“So many...”

Daniel looked over his left side. Alica was standing at his side, her helmet off and holding in one hand and watching the march of the evacuees. He looked back at them and nods.

“There isn’t enough room for everyone.”

“Yes...” She thought for a bit before she added “But how about-”

Daniel lifted his hand and silenced her. “I know what you want to say. I played with that idea, too. And... I’m sorry. But we can’t give up our place in the choppers.”

Alica looked at him with a disillusioned expression. “But we could save so many more...”

But Daniel just shook his head. “And who protects them when we stay behind? Every nation is under attack, and we have already a high number of casualties. Now this is a ‘live to fight another day’ situation. All we can do right now it to bring them somewhere safe, and to protect them wherever we end up.”

Alica knew, he was right. She eyed the convoy again and her face became a sad look. How many they have to left behind? How many families? And what about her family? Did they make it out? Are they already newfoals?

‘Mom... dad... please, be safe.’ She heard heavy boots and as she turned around, she saw how Daniel was already on his way back to the communication tent. She put her helmet back on and followed him inside. ‘How is he doing it? How can he be so calm? I wonder if his family is already safe...’

She walked behind him. He is looking over the shoulder of an radio operator who was watching the information stream on a Pad. She saw points, squares and triangles with number- and letter code. Soldiers, tanks and aircrafts, reduced to simple numbers. This is the way how the high ranged officers see the soldiers. Just numbers. She wonders how her code looks like on the screen.

‘Maybe 1A-Bewbs.’ She hides a little giggle. She knew this is not the time for such jokes, but they help to keep the head clear. She had seen what happens to those who let their hearts drowning in darkness by the horrors of war. And she planned to not end up like them. And she have help she can reliant on. Her eyes wander to Daniel. She knew him since she had joined the Wachbataillon beim Bundesministerium der Verteidigung (Guard battalion at the Ministry of Defense) in Berlin. Not many woman can join and she was happy as they allowed her to become a member of the elite drill unit. Daniel was her instructor and after it her superior officer. For her, he was like a big brother who protects her from bad things. Who was always there when she was sorrow-stricken and needed someone to talk.

And sometimes, she wonders if...

‘No...’ She shook her head ‘He is your superior officer. That‘s not allowed...’

“How long does it takes before the next wave of ships comes?” Daniel was asking the radio operator. He looked at his clock and then at Daniel.

“They need two hours. There is a lot of traffic at the coast, and the pegasi complicate things. The navy tries her best, but they can’t protect every single ship.”

“And our allies? What about the ships from the UK and France?”

“They are busy with the protection of their own evacuation routes. Some are crossing ours, but it’s still not enough.”

Daniel gave a heavy sigh and stroke his hand over his mouth, thinking for a moment. “How are our front lines holding? What about our major cities?”

The operator’s face became an expression that showed Daniel that he hit a quite vulnerable point.

“We... The front line units doing their best but...” His voice became a whisper. “It‘s only a matter of time before the dome will hit them. And that mass of newfoals...”

Daniels hand became a fist. ‘Shit...’

“How long do you think until our cities will fall?”

The soldier swallowed dry. “I... don‘t know. Probably in days, maybe weeks. The barrier is growing. Slow, but steady.”

“Hopefully, they don‘t fall until we get as many as possible out.” Alica said. The soldier nodded at her and Daniel had his eyes closed, massage his temples with one hand.

“That means... we will fight as long as possible. Is that already cleared with the HQ?”

The soldier nodded. “Yes, sir. And they said, we have to get on the ships when the call comes in. They want to save as many of the military as they can, too.”

‘That’s what I was afraid of...’ Daniel hates it to already know the obvious. The German Army is too small for such a war. The Ponies attack with a rush tactic. Always in the offensive, holding the attacked in the defense, reducing their options. But it looks like that the attacks die down. The barrier was still a problem. He heard that some already tried to break it with massive artillery and air assaults. But nothing was able to destroy it, let alone slowing it down.

“Give me Leutnant Oscar Müller.” Daniel ordered.

“Yes, sir.”

At the southern border of Rostock, Germany, 2019 Anno Domini in the same time

“Enemies, at eleven o’clock!”

“Which one shall I shoot first?!”

“All of them!”

The Puma got jarred as the auto cannon spit fire and dead at the ponies. Their lines exploded in clouds of dust and blood, blocking the view of those behind them, but just for a moment. The next group of ponies was already galloping to the lines of the tanks and soldiers, who tried their best to stop the attackers. But it was a desperate fight.

Mueller was checking the ammo again. They already shot more in one day as they had the entire last year. Ammo became rare, and now they had to make every shot count, and sending as many ponies as possible to hell. Not long, and they have to fall back again, while the air force let their bombs drop on the ponies behind them.

He heard how the radio became alive again and a familiar voice called for him. “Kampfkatze 1-1, come in please. This is HQ.”

Mueller pressed a little button and began to speak. “HQ, this is Kampfkatze 1-2, I hear you. Come in.”

“Kampfkatze 1-2? What happen to 1-1?”

Mueller swallowed. “The Major... He fell in battle. I’m the leader of Raubkatze now?”

There was a short pause. “Understood. Request status about the front line. How are you holding up?” Daniel looked over at the monitor where he can see each tank and infantry unit on a tactic map. He saw also crosses and arrows which showed the enemy movement. And they got closer.

“We are still holding the line, but getting pushed back. Not long before we have to fall back again.”

There was a short pause again before the answer came. “Understood. How long until you have to fall back?”

Mueller waited as the auto cannon fired again and spoke into the micro as it stopped. “At least ten minutes. They attack in great numbers, and our ammo runs out. What about the resupply units?”

“The resupply unit will wait at the next defense point. It’s too hot to get to you. We have reports about ambushes behind our lines, so watch your back.”

Mueller sighed and leaned his head against the armored wall. “Understood. We will do what we can to hold them off. How is the evacuation going anyway?”

Another pause. “1-2, the evacuation is still ongoing. Just hold them back a bit longer. Good luck. HQ, out.”

Müller grunted in anger and switched back to the unit channel. “Attention, to all squad leaders of the Raubkatze! Prepare for a ordered retreat in ten minutes! I repeat, ordered retreat in ten minutes! We fall back to position November, Foxtrot! I repeat, November, Foxtrot! Come in!”

“2-1, Ten four!”

“3-1, Roger that!”

“4-1, Acknowledge!”

“1-2, out!” Mueller takes a deep breath and activated the periscope to watch the battle outside. It was the hell on earth.

Soldiers are running around, or taking cover behind almost everything they can find. Hundreds of ponies are laying around on the field, shot dead, burned or blown into pieces. Some of them still wore the clothes they had on before some pony gave them the potion. He also saw some with military uniforms. Müller turned the periscope around again. No matter what they wore, they are the enemy now. He hated it, but that was now the reality.

He spotted a line with soldiers who fired at some newfoals as they tried to rush them. They fell quickly in the barrage of gunfire. He smiled a bit as he saw how some of them began to cheer. But his smile vanished as the rifle of one soldier became a live of its own and flew out of his hand. Everyone was watching the rifle as it suddenly turned around and the muzzle pointed at the soldier. He tried to jump into cover, but he was to slow and a burst mauled his throat. The others are now very aware of the situation and cower behind the cover as the weapon fired again, missing the others just by inches. Mueller knew what is going on. “Find that damn unicorn!”

The turret swung around and Müller used his periscope. “I can’t see shit by all that smoke!” The gunner said.

“Switch to thermo!” Müller shouted. The color switched to just green, showing everything with enough temperature in red and white colors.

Müller found the unicorn first. “There! One o’clock! One hundred meters!”

“Thirty millimeter ready!”

“Fire at will!”

The tank wiggled a bit and the projectile hit the pony just one second later, penetrating his armor and dove into his body. He got ripped into pieces as the grenade exploded inside of him. Müller rotates the periscope back to the soldiers. One of them gave him a thumbs up. He counted two more who are helping the wounded.

‘Damn. That fucking ponies getting smarter.’ He wasn’t worried as he was still fighting newfoals. But now there are more of those Royal Guards between them, or using the newfoals as meat shield. It was a new tactic, let the newfoals rushing the enemy lines while the unicorns of the Guard staying behind and preparing their spells. The tank of the Major was one of the first victims. They destroyed the tracks with a spell while he was fighting off wave after wave of newfoals. But he still fought back until the unicorns managed to blow up the engine by overheating it, and gave Müller and the rest of the tanks enough time to regroup and to stop the attack. Müller, who was second in command, is now the leader of his unit. And he is going to honor his fallen officer by finishing his duty. And to bring as many of his man out of here alive as possible.

“Sir, the enemy is attacking again!”

“Then let’s roll out!” He always wanted to say that.

USS Gerald R. Ford, somewhere in the English Channel and the North Sea, 2019 Anno Domini

Stephan was watching the choppers and jets starting and landing on the flight deck. Every time a helicopter with a new load of soldiers lifts off, another one lands with soldiers, civilians and those damned black body bags. He yawned hard, holding his hand in front of his mouth. The lack of sleep showed through by every passing hour a bit more. The three hour nap in the med bay was a bit helping, but the amount of talking with the politicians and strategists made him tired. The coffee wasn’t helping anymore. IF you can call that black liquid from the military coffee. He was missing the coffee he got in Hamburg's warehouse district.

“Hey, Stephan.”

Stephan looked over his shoulder and saw that Peter approaching him. “Peter. I thought that I told you to keep an eye on Trixie.”

Peter smiled at him. “Oh, you still call her by the forename. Cute.”

Stephan quickly avoided eye contact. But Peter still saw the growing eyes and the flush on his cheeks. “She had to go through a lot in a short time.”

Peter got at Stephan’s side and crossed his arms over his chest. “Indeed. And don’t worry. I told Marco and Basti to keep an eye on her.”

Stephan raised a brow at him. “Those idiots? Why them of all people?”

“I know, they seem like total brain-dead, but they are good boys. They are just young and inexperienced. Just like you was in the past.”

“And now? Am I already one of the old guard like you?”

Peter smirks. “Today's youth. No respect for the elders.”

Both exchange a laugh. Stephan took a deep breath and looked into the distance. He spotted the next group of choppers, NH90’s, and checks his clock. “That’s our Task Force returning from France. Come, let’s hear what they have to report.”

Peter nod and follows Stephan to the landing field, avoiding the personal who is running around on the carrier. The door of the NH 90 opened and some soldiers help the rescued civilians to get out of it. A German soldier of African ancestry walked over to Stephan and Peter and saluted. “Herr Leutnant, Herr Hauptfeldwebel. Feldwebel Henning of EGB group two reports back. We saved twenty civilians from Paris. We...” He paused as some medics walked into the helicopters with stretcher and carried out the wounded and dead. “We lost six soldiers. Ten wounded. We were simply outnumbered by the enemy.”

Stephan nod and put his hand on Henning’s shoulder. “You and the others still did an outstanding job. I will make sure the fallen will get the honor they deserve.”

Henning salutes again and walked with the last transportation of wounded soldiers into the steel body of the carrier.

“We lost many comrades the past days...” Stephan sighed.

“Too many. But this is war.” Peter turned his head to Stephan. “Nothing we are not used to.”

Stephan‘s lips formed a sad smile. “I guess that’s our only advantage against Celestia’s army. We are used to war since generations, not like them with their, rainbows and magic.”

Peter rose a finger in a warning manner. “Don’t underestimate them. I talked with Trixie about the Royal Guards of Equestria. She said that they are used to war since they fought against the Crystal Empire. Learned a few tricks.”

Stephan massage his chin between point finger and thumb. “And you got that from Trixie? Do you think we can trust her?”

Peter nod. “She don’t have a reason to lie. Besides, I guess she was happy to tell me everything by her own accord as to get the information tortured out of her.”

“Good point. What was you talking about with her before she trusted you enough?”

Peter grinned and leaned his head on the shoulder. “Ooh~, Nothing special. Just about this and that, family, friends... you.”

Stephan nodded... and stared at Peter with a surprised expression a second later. “Wha... me? You know that you are not allowed to talk about me to anyone who isn’t supposed to hear it, right?”

“Don’t worry. I just told her the not top secret parts of your life. Who you are, how you got into the unit, what kind of man you are...”

Stephan sweep over his face with his palm in frustration. “And why was you telling her all this?”

“Because she asked me about you, nicely.” Peter said, plain and simple.

“...she probably just wanted to hear something that she can use against me to get a new cart.”

“Ooh, I guess not. Okay, maybe yes... but I think that she likes you. You saved her from those two assholes, and brought her in the med bay.”

Stephan shook his head. “Don’t come with that ‘white knight’ stuff. Besides, what could she see in me as the guy who destroyed her home.”

Peter walked at Stephan’s front and looked down at him. “After what I told her... A man who does his duty in the face of dead and laughs him into it when he pays you a visit and deny to come with him. An honest man who always tries his best to help the people without wanting anything in return. A leader, smart and strong with soldiers at his side who trust him and even follow him into hell and back.” He put a hand on Stephan’s shoulder. “And for her... someone who tried a long time to find his place in the world. Someone who thought to impress the people with something, to be someone else just to be noticed. Who never had the support of someone, who shows him that he don’t have to change for anyone. And now without a home to return because of the war...”

“...like her...” Stephan added.

“Yes. Do you understand what I want to tell you?”

Stephan shook his head in disbelieve. “I... I don’t know what I shall think about it...”

Peter squeezes Stephan’s shoulder a bit before he poked his forehead with a finger of his other hand. “Stop thinking...” And poked then on Stephan’s chest. “And begin to feel.”

Stephan thought about Peter’s words for a while. Then he smirked. “And that from a guy who was married four times.”

Peter laugh aloud and claps on Stephan’s shoulder. “Well, I guess you should hear to me and my amount of experience in that case. I can read the woman like a open book. The fact that I won every divorce case to my favor should be proof enough.”

“Some expert you are.” Stephan paused for a moment and spoke with a low voice. “But don’t you think that... you know... she is a... and I’m a...”

Peter smiled. “Pff. I already saw some pony and human relationships before the war. And, well...” Peter scratched the back of his head. “I had something with a pony mare for a while.”

Stephan’s eyes went wide open in shock. “Wa... you? When did that happen?”

“Let’s say, that was the reason why I lost my fourth wife.”

Stephan bowed a bit away from Peter. “You cheated your wife with a pony mare?”

“Yup. But she left me as well after she figured out that I was actually married.”

“Huh. Not that different from human woman.”

Peter shook his head. “Indeed. But even all that time I have to say... it was totally worth it.”

Stephan looked up at him and raised a brow at him. “...do I even want to...”

But of course, Peter was cutting in before Stephan could finish. “I mean, those hips, boy. That nicely formed, soft pl...”

“Alright, alright, I get the picture... one that will follow me in my dreams...”

Peter smiled at him. “Hope those will be... pleasurable dreams.”

Stephan ruffles his short hair with both hands. “Aagh! Please, stop that already.”

Peter laughed took his hand from Stephan’s shoulder and stepped at his side again. Stephan was deep in thoughts and didn’t noticed the landing helicopters of the Marines before Peter was speaking up again. “Looks like the Marines are back.”

Stephan looked at the Blackhawks who are now landing. And spotted one particular person in the door-frame at the side of the Hawk. It was Renee. He walked closer but stopped at a respectful distance to be not in the way during the landing cycle. But he was close enough to look into Renee’s face. And all he saw was pure anger. What ever happened back in France was giving Renee a hard time and was filling him with a fire what only want to destroy. Renee jumped out of the chopper and walked with big steps towards the doors which would get him into ship. Stephan and Peter almost took out their weapons as they saw how a pony jumped out of the helicopter and followed Renee. The coat is moderate cerise, the mane pale, light grayish rose, light ceriseish gray striped. On her flank are three smiling flowers. Stephan already knows that this is a cutie mark. All together, he was pretty sure that this was a mare. She almost got to Renee, but he disappears behind the heavy metal door. The pony mare sunk her head and Stephan didn’t need to see her in the face to know what expression she have.

“Peter. Take care of her. Try to figure what happened. I try my luck with the Marines.”

“Why do I have to talk with her?” Peter asked.

“Well, you said it yourself. You are good with woman and even mares.” Stephan answered with a wide grin.

Peter narrowed his eyes and walked over to the pony mare. If Stephan wouldn't be his commander...

Harbor of Rostock, Germany, 2019 Anno Domini

The attack of the Equestrian forces became weaker. The good thing is that they focused their attacks on the major cities and the leaders of each nation. The European Forces had time to evacuate the civilians from smaller towns and secluded villages around the barrier. The attack itself was still devastating in the major cities and a great number of military and civilian personnel was killed or ponified. It was too dangerous to retake those cities since the ponies outnumber the soldiers by one to ten or even twenty. Or more. An assault with armored vehicles was also dangerous since the Royal Guard showed up. They have learned where to hit a tank to stop it or even destroying it. And they learned a few other tricks, like using the weapon of a soldier against himself and his comrades. There was also a story of a sniper team which engaged a pair of unicorns of the Royal Guard. They managed to kill one of them before the other one teleported near their position and took the heavy sniper rifle out of the soldier hands with magic. The sniper sacrificed himself to give his spotter enough time to flee. No one knows how he managed to get through the enemy lines to return to the HQ.

Alica was in one of the guard towers around the HQ and lowered the binoculars. She tried to stroke the tiredness out of her eyes. The battle and the alertness was gnawing on her body and mind. Everyone have his or her limit before the body simply shut down. She hadn’t reached her limit yet, but she could feel how her eyes tried to slowly close every time she yawned.

She felt how someone was poking her arm and she turned around. There was Daniel with two cups of coffee in each hand. “Guessed you may want one.”

Alica accepts the offer and took the cup in her hand and sipped at the black coffee. “Thank you.”

Daniel drank a bit of his own coffee before he said “You are welcome.” He got at her side and leans his arms on the edges of the just above the belly high tower walls. He gazed over the people who are still walking into the evacuation zone. “May I ask what you was thinking?”

Alica sipped again on the coffee. “The same as ever. About the war. The evacuation.”

Daniel wasn’t looking at her before he finished his next sentence. “Your family?”

Alica hiccups as the liquid got in the wrong throat. “W-why do you ask?”

Daniel looked at the civilians again. “Because I was thinking about my too.”

Alice looked down at her hands and in the cup between them. “...yes.” She said, almost whispering.

“They are safe.”

Alica’s eyes became wide open and she looked straight at Daniel. “...huh?”

Daniel rose up and smiled at Alica. “You family is safe. I gave the order to look for them. They are on one of the first ships which have left Hamburg in the first hours of the invasion. They are now on their way to the UK.”

Alica hadn't moved. She still couldn’t believe that he just said that.

Her family was safe.

Those words echoed through her head again and again.

They are safe.

She knows now for sure.

They are safe.

She will be able to see them again. The tiredness vanished and she felt how some tears rolled over her face.

Her family was safe.

But why was she crying? Because she was happy. Those are tears of joy.

Her family was safe!

Her chest became warm again and she felt how she can hear heart pumped much more stronger than before. No, wait. That wasn’t her heart. She opened her eyes. She didn’t even know that she have closed them. Her view was blocked by a head of someone. She looked to the side and now she realized that she was hugging Daniel. She didn’t feel the cup in her hands, which means that she let it drop on the ground. But she didn’t care. She had something else what keep her awake. She moved her head a bit... and looked in the sad face of Daniel. She opened her arms around him and stepped back a bit.

“Daniel? What’s wrong?”

Daniel shook his head. “Nothing... I’m just happy at least your family is safe.”

Alica tilted her head a bit while her brain processed his words. “Wha... oh, no.”

Daniel turned his head away. “They... they wanted to visit me in Berlin. In the weekend. I don’t know what exactly happened but...” His words became a whimper in the end and he hide his face behind his hand. Alica still saw the tears. She waited a moment before she embraced him in her arms, leaning her head on his shoulder. She felt how Daniels tears are dripping down her neck. But she didn’t care.

Daniel was always there for her when she need him. Now she could finally return the favor.

USS Gerald R. Ford, somewhere in the English Channel and the North Sea, 2019 Anno Domini two days later

Stephan was in the gym and talked with a few Marines who returned from France. The attacks came slowly to a hold, and the Marines could have a break now since the local forces could handle it alone. They are still on alert but some are eating, others are sleeping, and others are in the gym to lose some steam.

And there was one particular soldier who was beating his comrades and others from other nations, one after another. Stephan was watching him already for a quarter-hour, and was quite impressed about his stamina. And about the merciless he shows, even against his own comrades.

“Pretty hardcore that Renee, isn‘t he?”

Stephan watched over his shoulder and eyed Peter. “He is still mad about what happened to his brother in DC. I can’t blame him. Everyone would be a little off.”

Peter nodded. “Yeah. But it’s still no reason to beat the living crap out of everyone.”

“He just need someone who helps him to get rid of his ang-” He was cut off as he heard how Renee tossed another victim over his shoulder and hard on the ground. “...his anger. And someone who will last a bit longer as those guys.”

Peter nodded in agreement and watched Renee a bit longer. Then he grinned. It was like Stephan could read his mind as he asked. “You want me to fight him, don’t you?”

“You are the best candidate for that. Or do you think you are going to lose?”

Stephan thought only for a few seconds and stared at Peter. “...get the medics here. It won’t take long.” He then doff his jacket and walked through the group of soldiers around the arena and got there as some marines helped one of their comrades up. Luckily, he wasn’t hurt bad. Just a bit unconscious.

‘This have to end before he hurts someone badly.’ Stephan thought.

“Alright, who is next?” Renee was shouting in the crowd around him. Stephan didn’t hesitated and walked straight at him, taking off his jacket. “I will.”

Renee looked over at Stephan and sized him up. “You? German, right?”

Stephan nodded. “Why? Afraid you can keep up with me?”

A loud ooh, was to hear in the circle around them. Renee snorted. “Let's get it over with!”

Stephan hold up both hands. “How about... making this more interesting.” Stephan looks over to one marine. “Do you have training knives?”

The eyes of the marine went wide open in shock, like Stephan just spoke out a dead wish. But he walked through the crowd to get some.

“Oh, CQC with knifes. Someone likes it rough, heh?” Renee remained on his place and crossed his arms over his chest. Stephan didn’t care and waits in a relaxed posture for the requested knifes. The marine returned with two just a few minutes later and offered one Stephan, who took it in his hands and examined it. It was one of the newer hard rubber knives. The edges are looking sharp, but they are dull. They can still hurt bad, if someone puts enough force in his attack.

“Ready when you are.” Renee was already in a mixed defense and attack pose. Both are standing good 10 meters away from each other. Stephan looked at him for a while, and still remains in his relaxed stance, the knife lose in his hand.

No one moved. The crowd around them was quiet and it seem like that they don’t even dare to breath before something happens. Renee was eying Stephan, like a predator his next meal. Stephan on the other hand, was relaxed and eyed him almost... bored. But with a little bit of awareness. He waited for Renee’s first move. He had time.

Renee got annoyed more and more of the waiting. ‘Why is he not doing anything? He isn’t even taking a defense position, nor is he attacking. Isn't he suppose to take this seriously?’ Renee snorted once more. ‘Screw this! If you don’t attack, I will!’

Renee stormed at Stephan. Someone shouted “Don’t fail us, man!” He don’t know who was shouting, or at who was it directed at, but he didn't care. His enemy was in front of him. A young man who don’t seem to care that Renee was going to beat the livin hell out of him.

Then it happened. Stephan was moving so fast that only trained eyes could possible see what he does. He tossed his knife at Renee. His eyes went wide and he saw almost in slow motion how the knife was flying at him. He reacted quickly and brought up his own knife. It was just in time, the flying knife hit his and flew away.

‘Damn! What is he thi-’ Renee wasn’t able to end his thought as he looked up again. He was so focused at the knife which was tossed at him, that he missed how Stephan was jumping up just a split second after he tossed the knife and hit his face with the underside of his combat boot. Renee’s body flew backward, but he didn't noticed that either. He was already knocked out by the hit and landed hard on the ground.

All was silent. Just a moment ago, Renee was almost berserk like, letting soldiers fly like dolls. Now he lays there. With a boot print on the side of his face.

“Hey, that wasn't fair!” Someone shouted.

“Yeah, you just can’t toss your knife away! It was a knife exercise after all!”

Stephan turned his head at them and smiled. “I was using the knife to defend myself. That is the point of this exercise after all, isn't it?”

“Well... yeah... but...!”

“Shut it!”

Stephan looked at Renee who was slowly standing up again.

Renee stood up, slowly shaking his head, popping his neck. He winced a bit, a smirk morphing onto his face. "That was smart...." He chuckled. All the anger gone from his eyes, a look of understanding now in place. "I see now....Round 2?"

Stephan whistles impressed. “Wow. Not many would stand up again after such a hit.”

Renee laughed a bit and plays with the knife in his hand. “My question still stands.”

Stephan smiles and holds his hand open. One soldier put his knife back in his palm. “Ready when you are.”

Both stood still for a few seconds. Then the battle begins.

Harbor of Rostock, Germany, 2019 Anno Domini, Forward Operating Base, a few minutes earlier

It was all quiet now. No screams, no gunfire, no newfoals who are talking about to help the humans and their world by ponificatthem. It was one of those raw moments of peace. The German Army is now busy with rearming, organize the evacuation new and counting their casualties.

Daniel walked along the line of armored vehicles. Soldiers and civilian employees are working on them. Many are covert in the potion and the ABC-Abwehr Soldaten (ABC defense soldiers) have begun to clean them. Others have visible cuts and dents of the weapons of the Royal Guards. They wasn’t able to penetrate the thick armor, but they mostly aimed for the wheels and other vulnerable parts. Others got burnings where the attacks of the unicorns hit them. Daniel couldn’t believe that those ponies are able to destroy even a over 60 ton heavy MBT Leopard before he saw one. The tracks have been cut by magic and the engine overheat until it have been destroyed. Daniel’s eyes focused a Boxer. All eight wheels are damaged, and the turret on top was ripped off, some of the extra armor at some places as well. He continues his walk and passed the helicopter bay where a Tiger got new short wings where the rockets and other modules are attached. The old ones are almost cut off. He already heard that the pegasi are using sharp metal pieces to fight the aircrafts. They simply toss them in the way of jets and helicopters and let them fly in them. The sharp pieces destroying the jet propulsion or they aimed for the tail rotor of helicopters. The jets are almost defenseless against that. The air to air missiles of the jets are designed to attack other big aircraft, not single pegasie. They still can attack the chariots, but they have to coordinate their attacks with the air defense on the ground, to clear a path for the jets by shooting down the pegasie. But that opens sometimes a path for the pegasie to attack the ground forces. The commanders have to decide if they want to sacrifice their ground or air forces to safe the other. A doom loop.

Daniel walked already for almost ten minutes as he found Mueller, who was talking to some officers with a higher rank as him. But that didn’t seem to stop him from showing his anger about whatever they are talking about, and the officers are walking away with shaking heads. Mueller was massage his temples, but manage a smile as he saw Daniel. Both saluted short and shaking their hands afterward. “Daniel, you old faggot. How is it going?”

“Funny, was going to ask the same. What was that just now?”

Mueller’s smile vanished and he sighed annoyed. “The boss wanted to know if my platoon and I have dismantle the gun carriage of a disabled Boxer. Can you believe that? People die out there, and they want to know if I had the time during a firefight to dismantled a gun carriage!”

Daniel shook his head. “Typical German bureaucracy. What did you expect?”

Mueller took a deep breath and recollect himself again. “Yeah, you are right... It’s just so frustrating sometimes.”

“I know. But they just do their job, like we do ours.” Daniel gave Mueller a slap on the back and added. “And you did a nice one.”

Mueller gave him a sad smile. “I just wish I could save more.”

“I do the same.” Daniel adds. “But it helps to know that they didn’t die for nothing.”

Mueller nods and looks over to his Puma tank. “Yeah. I hope so. But we going to lose anyway, right?”

Daniel’s face became depressed. “The barrier is still growing. I don’t know how long it takes before it hits Germany, but there is no way to stop it. At least yet.”

“You think there is a way to stop it?”

“No. I heard that some of our neighbors already hit it with almost everything they got. Not even a dent.”

Müller sighs. “Hope they don’t get the smooth idea to hit it with nukes.”

“Yes. Could do more damage as there already is.”

“Well, what do you think? USA or Russia?”

“... don’t know. There are a lot more states with nukes and everyone could fire the first. I just don‘t want to be there when it happens.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Well, thank you.”

Both became silent and watched the proceedings in the base.

But just until Mueller was opening his mouth again. “Sooo~ you and Alica, hm?”

Daniel faces him with a shocked expression. “Wa... how do you know that?”

Mueller laughs. “I was just guessing. I didn’t know it.”

Daniel face palms. “Damn you.”

Mueller’s smile went wider before he added, “To be honest. I saw you two in that tower as I came back.”

“The lights were out. How did you...?”

“Night vision scope.” Mueller replies.

Daniel snorted. “I... had a weak moment. And Alica was there... and we talked... and well... one thing leads to another...”

Mueller giggles. “Yeah, I saw that. Never thought that I would see the day were it happens.”

“What do you mean?” Daniel asked with a puzzled look.

“Oh, come on. You two are always together. You trained her, you was there for her when she needed one... do you need some more hints?"

“No chance to keep you silent for free, huh?”

Mueller shook his head. “Nope.”

“Okay, what is your p...”

Daniel became silent, and Mueller’s eyes became wide. They both felt it. Something epic is happening. And they are missing it.

“...Stephan?”

“Stephan.”

“...what do you think?”

“I think we should pay him a visit when we can.”

“I just hope someone is recording it, whatever happens.”

USS Gerald R. Ford, somewhere in the English Channel and the North Sea, 2019 Anno Dominae, Two hours later

“Hssss! Damn!”

“Don’t be such a girl, Renee.”

“And you don’t act like one. Where did you make your medical license?”

“In the Navy. Now shut up and let me work.”

Stephan laughs on his sickbed. “Nice to see that our medics are not the worst butchers around.”

The woman turned around and if looks could kill, Stephan would be no more. She took an ice bag from out of the fridge and pushed it rough against Stephan’s head. “Hold this.” she says with some venom in her voice.

“Agh... yeah, what I said.” He grinned at her and she rolled her eyes. “Man... why do you both had to beat each other that hard?”

Both shrug and Renee says. “It’s a man thing. You wouldn’t understand because you don’t understand how a man brains work.”

The medical officer gave him a short laugh. “Hah! As medical officer I can ask bluntly: What brain?”

Stephan looks at Renee. “Can she insult us like that?”

Renee gave him a shrug. “She is the medical officer. Her word in here is the law.”

“Damn right. Now, both of you don’t go anywhere. I have to get some new supplies for your laceration.” She walked through the door but turned around again. “And I warn you. No fights in my med bay, or I will make you both suffer. Clear?”

Both of the soldiers nod. “Yeah, yeah.”

She gave both one last glare and closed the door behind her. Stephan looks at Renee and smiles. “Damn, she got a hot temper.”

“Yeah, she always got it. Try to not making her angrier as she is already.”

“Thanks for the early warning.” Stephan said with an overtone of sarcasm in it.

Renee laughs. “How should I warn you? We both were KO.”

“Right. Still, it’s fascinating that we both managed to knock us out at the same time.”

Renee shrugs. “You was just lucky because I already fought for a while.”

“And I had a meeting with some politicians for hours. I guess we were even.”

“Whatever you say.” Renee strokes over his new scar and winced. “Damn, that rubber knifes can hurt.”

Stephan fumbles on the ice bag to get it on another bump. He sighs in relief. “Sorry about that. I guess it got a bit out of hand. How long did we fought anyway? I lost the track of time.”

Renee looks over to the clock. “...almost two hours.”

Stephan whistles. “Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow.”

Both became silent again and Renee used that time to shift around on his bed. Then he looked up at Stephan again and asked with a calm tone. “Why do you wanted to fight with me?”

Stephan eyed him and took a deep breath. “You seemed like you could lose some bottled-up energy.” He paused a minute to give Renee time to understand his words before he adds. “I heard that about your brother. And then I saw how you beat one soldier after another. And it didn’t look like that you would stop soon.”

Renee lowered his head. “And you stopped me before someone got hurt badly.”

“I just didn’t want that you become a monster, after fighting monsters.” Stephan shook his head.

“Don’t hate the ponies for what they are. Just for what they do, and those who make them doing it.”

He nods in agreement and holds his hands in front of his face and clenched them. “After I heard that about Jacob... I lost my temper... I know it was his job, he loved that girl he was protecting like a little sister.... it was just too much for one day."

“Many have lost someone they love.”

Renee looks up to Stephan. “Do you lost someone in your family?”

Stephan nods. “Yeah... many of my comrades are...”

Renee stopped him by holding up a hand. “I’m talking about your real family.”

Stephan paused. It was just for a few seconds, but Renee notice that Stephan fought with himself. “I... try not to think about them too much... I don’t know if they made it out or not. I guess that is even more worse for me.”

Renee smiled at him. “If they manage to grow you up to what you are now, then they can take care of themselves. I’m sure they are okay.”

Stephan managed to return a weak smile. “Thanks.” He thought about the next thing they could speak about, but Renee was faster.

“So~, that mare you brought on this ship... who is it?”

“Her name is Trixie. Trixie Lulamoon. She is a native Equestrian who had problems with newfoals.”

“Why?”

“She didn’t wanted to give a human that potion. They probably think now that she is a collaborationist of the humans and asked for asylum.”

“And you took her with you? You know, she could be a spy.”

Stephan shook his head and continues. “No, I don’t think so.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“...let’s call it a feeling.”

Renee raised a brow at that. “A feeling?”

Stephan nods. “Yup. A feeling.” He eyed Renee with a questioning look. “And what about the mare you brought with you?”

“You saw her?” Asked Renee back.

Stephan smiled. “It was difficult to not see her between all the humans.”

Renee sighs. “Her name is Cheerilee. She is a teacher from Ponyville.”

Stephan nod. “Are you two...?” He asked and made a gesture with his hands.

Renee looked at him for a while before he waved with his hands. “O-oh, no, no. We are... just friends.”

‘Dammit! Why did I asked him that? What the hell was I thinking?!...... this is all Peter’s fault! Him and his "Talks" about love!’

“Sorry about that.”

Renee waved a hand. “It’s okay.”

“I mean... that would be crazy, huh? We both, becoming close with them...”

“Heh, yeah...”

“Like... dating them for real... going out...”

“...true ... true...”

“Doing lovey-dovey stuff...”

“WOW, dude! ... let me stop you right there before it becomes awkward.”

“It already is.”

Both of the hurt soldiers looked at the door. In the door frame stands Peter, with both mares at his sides, with wide open eyes, like they couldn't believe what just happened.

Stephan clears his throat. “Ehm... how long are you standing there already?”

Peter smiled almost evil like. “Ooh... not long. Probably just five minutes.”

“Why do you have the mares with you?” Asked Renee.

“They heard what happened to you both and wanted to see you. I had to make some paperwork, but... heh, that was worth it.”

Both mares are looking up at him before Cheerilee trotted over to Renee and eyed his wounds. “Does... does that hurt?”

“Nah, it’s nothing. I had wor...” Cheerilee jumped on his bed and gave him a hug. “Aww, Marcus! Please, stop getting hurt!”

Renee looked over at Stephan with one particular facial expression, which means ‘You better go now.’

Stephan nods and got on his feet. He slowly hobbled to the door and smiled at Trixie. “Thanks for coming.”

Trixie smiled back. “But of course. Besides, who would be able to replace my old cart if not you?”

Stephan’s smile dropped and he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah... let’s talk about that later.”

Trixie nods. “I’m waiting.” And walked back into the corridor. Stephan turned to Peter. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Peter still smiled at him. “Maybe...”

Stephan raised a brow at him and shook his head. “What about our ride to a ship of our navy? Any news?”

Peter nods. “Yes. We will fly with choppers over to the F 219 Sachsen in about two hours.”

“Good. Can’t wait to get some real coffee.”

“That bad?”

“You have no idea...”

Frigate „Sachsen“-Class (124), F 219 „Sachsen“, somewhere in the English Channel and the North Sea, 2019 Anno Domini, Two hours later

The English Channel was calm this night. Just a few waves here and there, but the ship only jumped a bit because of its own speed. The 2. Fregattengeschwader (2. frigate squadron) is now on its way to England together with the evacuation fleet. The 4. is back to Kiel, to keep the military base there safe. But just as long the barrier is not going to hit it.

Stephan sighs heavy and looked up into the cloudless night sky. He sat on the helicopter port behind the chopper to relax. Away from any prying eyes. It won’t be used until the next day. He hold up a hand and he played that he catch a star between the fingers. He smiles a bit as he feels like a child again. He likes the night. Sometimes at the right places the sky is so clear that you can see even the Milky Way.

So many stars. He wonders if they have alien life just like here on earth. It can’t be that humanity is the only life that exists in that galaxy. He does not count the ponies in, because they are from another dimension, not another planet in this galaxy. Stephan was fascinated from the idea of different dimensions and how they look like. Maybe there is a Stephan just like him... no, not really like him... but familiar, and writes a story about what happens here in this world, in this dimension!

‘...I read too many Perry Rhodan books.’

Stephan looked over his shoulder as he heard hoofs on the metal of the ship.

Trixie hold still as he spotted her. But she took a deep breath and marched on. She stopped at his side. “May if I... sit down?”

Stephan nods with his head. “Sure. It’s nice to have some company.”

Trixie smiled and sat down on her plot. Stephan returned to watching the stars and she looks up into the sky as well. “Wow... I guess not even Equestria have so many stars... Luna could be jealous for your nights...”

Stephan chuckles a bit. “Thanks for the compliment. Yeah, it’s breathtaking.”

Trixie just nod. Both gazed for a while longer, enjoying the night sky and each others company. She peeked from time to time at Stephan. She tried to find the right words, but she don’t know what she could say as. “Thank you for the rescue... both times.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that. It’s my duty to protect everyone who can’t protect themselves.” He pauses for a moment. “I can’t stand it to just watch how something bad happens to someone.”

“I see...“ His voice was strong, but calm and warm at the same time, and she eyed him over and over again. She could see that he is a warrior, a protector. Her savior. She felt a little stirring of excitement in her chest and belly, and tried to ignore it. She have to focus her thoughts. There is some more she want to talk about with him. “And thank you for allowing me to walk freely on the ship... I... like not to be caged...”

Stephan smiled at her. “Understandable. The captain owns me some favors. Just try to keep a low profile.”

Trixie nods. “Will do...” She made a short pause, took a lung full of air and adds. “Apropos, owning.”

Stephan was now ripped out of his peaceful moment by Trixie. He shook his head with an annoyed sigh. “The cart?”

“Yes, the cart! You destroyed Trixie’s cart, and the Great and Powerful Trixie want a replacement.”

“And where shall I get one now?”

She looks down her nose at him. “That is not Trixie’s problem. You destroyed it. What ruffian would destroy the home of a mare like Trixie? You could have protect it too...”

Stephan didn’t paid attention to her talking anymore. He was busy with thinking how he could make her to shut up.

Trixie seem to notice it as she got on all fours and walked in front of his face. “Hey, are you even list...”

Stephan put a finger on her snout and gave her an annoyed look. “Quiet.”

Trixie blinked a few times before she started to speak again. “Don’t you t...”

Again, Stephan put a finger on her lips and shook his head. “Keep silent.”

Trixie's eyes narrowed in anger. “Hey, don’t you su...”

“Ababbab!”

“Bu...!”

“Nah!”

“...”

Stephan sighs and leans back against the helicopter. “Much better. Now, be quiet. I want to watch the stars.”

Trixie shook her head and sat down at his side again and looked in the night sky. She mumbled something Stephan could barely hear. “You don’t need ears to watch them...”

He took a deep breath and whispered a “Sorry.”

Trixie ear twitched and she turned her head at him.

Stephan turned his face at her. “Didn’t wanted to be rough at you. But this is one of the rare moments where I can relax. It had been some hard days. And it won’t be better soon.”

Trixie narrowed her head. He was right. She shouldn't insult him like that. He saved her life. She should be thankful instead to remind him of her broken cart. She let that case drop for now. She lifts her head again to watch the stars again. She even caught herself by moving a bit closer to him. He didn’t seem to mind as she almost touched him.

As she watched the stars, her mind was filled with questions. Will she see Equestria again? How long will this war last? And she asked herself if there is something she could do to help the humans. But she don’t know how. She was just a simple show mare, no warrior like him. If she just had experience in combat magic... or maybe some one who could teach her how to fight. She peeks at Stephan. Maybe she could ask him. But not today. Not in this night. Both deserved a rest from the past days, and she was willingly to take one. Maybe she could stay outside to see the sun rise on its own over the sea. A blaspheme idea, considering from where she comes from. Who knows what the next day will bring them. She was a bit sad at that thought, as she remembers a Tyrant she was running from. Because no matter how good or bad it will be for them...

The sun keeps smiling like nothing bad happens anyway.

Author's Note

Wow, over 8000 words... my personal best yet. My fingers need a break...

Chapter four: United in diversity (Edited 21.3.2015)

The Conversion Bureau: The Other Side of the Spectrum
Side story: Europe
Chapter four: United in diversity

Original by TB3 and Redskin122004, side story by ProudToBe

Darkness. Everything was covered in pure darkness. There was no up, no down, no left or right. Just pure darkness. The only thing that Stephan notice was his own heartbeat. He listened to it, lost in this place, with no orientation. He could feel that something was wrong. Not just because of the sheer black that surrounded him, but that his own heartbeat the only thing was he could hear, too. This wasn’t normal.

Then he saw light. Like he was opening his eyes slowly. He didn’t notice that he had close them at all. It wasn’t a bright white light what he saw. It was a dark red, like he was looking through a red veil. After a while of adjusting, he saw where he was. He was standing in a city. Which one he couldn’t tell, they all look the same after the years of battles. The buildings are ruins now, the streets empty and abandoned. Not even cars where to see. Which is odd, because there were always cars on or at the side of the streets. He swallowed. Or he thought that he already did. His mind was running, couldn’t make sense of what he saw.

There was a sound behind him. Someone was behind him, he could feel it. He turns around, slowly, peeked first over his shoulder, but didn’t saw anyone. The rest of his body followed and he looks around. Still, no one to see.

Wait.

There, a shadow. Behind the edge of a small alley. He walked slowly towards it. Why was he following it? No, it wasn’t smart to follow some random shadow in a alley. But he did it anyway. It was like, he had to do it. That there was something he need to see. He had to know what was going on.

He stops in front of the entrance of the alley. It was dark. Not like the darkness he saw in the beginning, but darker as the rest of the street. And in there was a shadow of a figure. His leg moved on his own, one step closer. Then his other leg. He walked slowly, forgetting everything about cover, watching his surroundings, everything he learned in the military. He approach the figure and looked down at it. It was a foal. A little filly. He also saw blood, running out of a wound under her mane. He couldn’t see the wound, but there have to be one. And it sounded like it was crying. Stephan bowed forward, one hand stretched out.

”Why?”

Stephan stops. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, but he heard them. ‘Why what?’

“Why didn’t you want to play with us?”

Stephan mind was racing. What was she talking about? And most important... why he had the feeling that he heard those words before? ‘I don’t understand...’ He answered, again only in his head. The filly turned her head a bit and Stephan saw some of the side of her face.

“We only wanted you to be happy... to play with us... to join our happy place...”

Stephan rose up slowly. Something was odd about her... where did he saw that filly? Why was it like a giant déjà vu for him? ‘What?’

The filly finally turned completely and looked up at him.

Stephan froze. He looked down at her, in her eyes... or at least, in her one remaining eye. The other one was gone. There was just a hole, and he saw that the flesh was ripped of around her eye socked, the bone showed through at some places. Stephan’s heart beats faster and he stumbled backwards. The filly, now on her four legs, turned around and followed him. Blood was dripping out of the hole and on the ground.

“We just wanted to play with you... to be friends with you...” the filly said with a sad and soft voice.

‘Stay back’ he heard him say in his mind. But the filly didn’t stop. Stephan walked slowly out of the alley again.

“We wanted to show you a better way...”
He stopped again. This time he heard someone behind him. He turned around and his eyes went wide in shock.

More foals, in a half circle, surrounding him. He could run and jump over them. But his body didn’t respond.

“We wanted to show you a way out of all the fighting... the killing...”

‘I... I’m a soldier... I... have to protect those who can’t protect themselves...’

The foals stepped closer. Stephan saw that every single one of them was injured. Some had holes in their sides, others missed a leg. Wings and horns are ripped off, and the other half of the body was gone by some of them. They dragged themselves over the street towards him, a line of blood and guts behind them.

“Then why didn‘t you protect us?” the foals asked in one voice. Stephan looked around, a way to escape, to hide, something. But he couldn’t move.

‘I... you... it was too late... I couldn’t save you anymore...’

From what? He was confused. Why did he say that? He was too late... for what? From what? Protect them? From that monster that did that to the foals? Why couldn’t he remember?

“You still could have join us... the great herd...”

The herd? The herd... it was gnawing on his brain, but he couldn’t...

‘I had to protect others... others who wasn’t turned... I had... to protect them... from you.’

What was he talking about? It was like he had another personality who switched with him. Like he was far away, watching everything like a guest in the cinema.

“And that is your excuse for... murdering us?”

Murdering? He killed them? No... he wouldn’t... or would he? His head began to hurt. He wanted to leave, to get out of here. He don’t want to listen to those foals anymore.

‘You... you are the enemy. I had to do it... I did it because I thought that you will get to a better place...”

“No. You did it because you like the killing... to spill blood...” the foals said and are now only a few feet away from him.

‘N-no... that’s not true...’ his other half tried to reason with them. His body shivers and his knees began to bend as he lost his strength in them.

“You are just a murder... Stephan... a murder...”

‘No... no, I had to protect others... I couldn’t save you anymore...’

“You murder... a filthy children murder...”

He kneeled down and sunk his head. ‘I’m... no murder... I’m not...’

“Murder...” they whispered.

‘Please stop...’

“Murder...”

‘Just stop it... please...’ he covered his face with both hands. Tears running down.

“Filthy murder...”

‘Please...’

“MURDER!”

*

“STOP IT!”

Stephan heard his own voice echo in the dark. He was breathing fast and his heart was going to jump out of his chest. He looked around and saw that he was in his small room in some bunker. He stroke with one hand over his head and notice the sweet.

‘Again that dream...’ he thought.

He looks at a clock. Almost six in the morning in the year 2023. He decides to get up. He wouldn’t fall asleep again. At least, not after this dream. He put his feet on the ground and stands up, turns on the lights and walks over to the sink in the washroom to get some cold water in his face. He looks in the mirror after he was done.

He didn’t saw the young, just 25 years old men anymore. He is replaced by a almost 30 years old men and his face aged because of the war even faster. Some of the younger soldiers calling him and some of his friends, the old guard. Now he is probably on the same level like Peter. He still remembers his joke he told Peter on the aircraft carrier.

Peter. He was always there for him. He wonders what would happen when he is gone. Would he finally break? Will he be alone with the demons in his head? He can’t forget what he did so long ago. Sometimes he wonders, if he just should take the potion, forgetting everything. Forgetting that day...

*

Reims, France, 2019 Anno Domini

Peter walks through the long corridor of the old school building. What was once filled with life is now abandoned, and half destroyed. The battle was horrifying, since there were so many children, running around, trying to hide from... well, everyone. They saw how the ponies turned their friends, they heard their parents calling for them, but they were already turned into ponies as well, luring them with their familiar voice.

He walks past some soldiers from the German and French forces. Some of them just sat there, looking at the ground, others were crying openly. Those who are still able to help, did what they could. Peter wants to help too, but he don’t have time for everyone.

He was looking for one soldier in particular.

He found him in a classroom, totally destroyed by a gun fight. Tables and chairs are broken, the blackboard is only hanging on one screw at the wall. A red colour covers most of the place. Peter didn’t need to think twice about what it is.

He closes the door and walks closer to Stephan who is sitting on the ground with the back against the teacher's desk. His rifle lays on his lap and his hands resting on it. Peter noticed Stephan’s eyes which look straight forward, but not at something in the room. He just stares at the wall. Peter knows that stare pretty well. He saw it at many soldiers back in Afghanistan.

“Leutnant?”

Stephan didn’t respond.

Peter steps closer and was now only a arm length away from him.

“Stephan?”

This time Stephan blinked and looked at him. “Hey, Peter...” he said with a emotionless voice.

“What happened here?” Peter asks.

Stephan turned his head towards the opposite wall again and took a deep breath. “I... I heard voice in here while we rescue the children... I ran to this room and opened the door... and...” He stops for a moment to take another deep breath. “I... I saw how those ponies attacked the children... it wasn’t adult ponies, only foals... and still they... they jumped the children, forcing that damn potion down their throats. I was too late to help them... I was too late. They noticed me at first as they were done with the children... and they... they said ‘Oh, look, another human! He looks sad, let’s make him happy!’”

Peter looks around again. The bodies are already removed. He thanks the one who ever did it.

“I... I told them to stop... that I don’t want to hurt them... and then... they attacked... all at once...” Stephan sobs soft. “I... I lift my weapon, and then...” he puts his hands on his face and he began to cry. “What have I done... what have I done... forgive me... I wanted to save you... I tried... please, forgive me...”

Peter hadn't said anything. What could he say? There was nothing to say that would help now. Instead he wraps his arms around Stephan and pulled him close. Stephan pushed his face against his chest and began to cry out loud. He never cried like this in his whole life before.

And he wouldn’t be able to cry again for a long time.

*

‘No’ he thought and shook his head. What happened, happened and can’t be undone. He have to life with that for the rest of his life. He won’t give Celestia the pleasure of him giving up everything he believes in. Let alone giving up believing in himself. It took several weeks before the psychiatrist said that he could send back on the battlefield again. He had still nightmares for four more months every night. But now it was better, he just had those nightmares one time in a month, maybe two. It helped a lot that he didn’t had to carry that alone.

The war in Europe was the devastating ever fought. The EUFOR used their combined forces to fight back, but all they could do was to save as many of Europe's people and its history as they can. Everyone began to wonder, where they could send the civilians and luckily Russia and China showed quite a fight and took many of the fleeing people who were running to the east. The rest had to flee in the north and west and ended up in the UK, Norway and Sweden or Spain before they could shipped over to the USA. He and the rest of the remaining German forces fought everywhere in Europe.

But it was a war Europe couldn’t win.

*

Frigate „Sachsen“-Class (124), F 219 „Sachsen“, somewhere on the North Sea, 2019 Anno Domini, Two hours later

Germany was lost. It was now hidden under the barrier and under control of Celestia and her ponies. Everyone who could fled to Denmark and to other countries in the north and west. But that was just a temporary solution.

Stephan was standing on the flight deck for helicopters, looking in the direction of his old home. At his side were Peter and many others of his unit. It was a silent tribute to all the fallen in Germany and Germany itself.

Stephan walked forward and turned to his unit and began to hold his speech.

“Today, is a sad day... some people say, we left our home... that we gave up... but I say, we haven’t given up, we just lived on to fight another day. And for those who can’t fight with us anymore,” He took out a little note and began to read it out loud. It wasn’t his own words, nor was he religious, but he thought it will fit for this day, “... for our fallen brothers.”

‘The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass,
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"

The soldier squared his shoulders and
said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep,

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here,
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod,
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, soldier.
You've always kept faith,
Religious and free,
Always strong and loyal,

To the fatherland.
Gained strength through heart and hand.
You lived and died,
For the holy fatherland!

You've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."‘

Stephan looks in the group in front of him and saw that many had tears running down. He could feel with them. They have to leave their homes, many others left their family behind and more. It is not like they leave for some mission in some country. They leave their home, maybe forever. And somewhere behind a edge was a blue unicorn, listening to his words.

He turned around again and faces the German coast. “SALUTE!” he shouts. And everyone did.

“We will miss every single one of you... but one day... one day we will return. And we will take back our home.”

*
Stephan took the toothbrush and the toothpaste tube. He put some toothpaste on the toothbrush and began to clean his teeth. ‘Brush, brush, brush’ he sang in his head. For some reason, the Inspector Gadget theme fit pretty well with this. He should ask that... what was her name again? Vinyl Scratch if she could make a nice party song of it. Well, it wasn’t really his kind of music. He is a avowed metal fan, much to Trixie’s dislike. But he showed her the soft side of metal, like Lounge Metal. Still, she is not a big fan of it, but she began to tolerates it over the time.

He began to smile as he thought about her. Sure, the way they met was rough, maybe even forced. But sometimes, things can’t go the romantic way. She was for a long time under his watch on the F 219 Sachsen. Every time he talked to a crewman, they said that she could be quite a diva sometimes, but she was a good person. Or pony in her case, who just wants some attention from time to time. It became more or less her new home while he was sent of to missions in Europe. He worked together with many special forces, even with some he never heard about before, like the KARHU CTU Valmiusyksikkö from Finland. The EGB needed their knowledge of the terrain, since Finland had over 100.000 seas and 70.000 little islands from the north to the south of the land. The quickest way to travel was with a helicopter, but that took time. Time they were vulnerable.

*

Finland, 2019 Anno Domini

The government of Finland asked for help from the EUFOR to evacuate their people. They don’t have enough vehicles and helicopters to pull of such an operation, thus Germany, Sweden and Norway have send everything they could spare. It wasn’t much, but they were able to save a lot of lives those days. The plan was, since the barrier closed the channel between the North Sea and the Baltic Sea, to get everyone from the south of Finland, over to Sweden, and from there to Norway. From there they would ship over to America.

Stephan looks over the land under him. The NH90 Mark II helicopter, together with many others of many different designs, flew fast but he could still enjoy the beautiful sight. He had field maneuvers in Finland, days were he cursed the harsh weather and the terrain. By winter or summer, every march was hell. If you are alone and don’t have the stamina and experience, you can forget to survive in the wild here instantly.

Now he is again in this land and works together with the KARHU. The word Karhu means something like bear. And those guys have that name with good reason.

Stephan leans back and talks in the microphone of his headset to the helicopter pilot. “How long to our target?”

“One hour sir! More or less!” answered him a female voice.

Stephan nods. He looks again over the land in front of him. They started in Helsinki and are now on their way to Vaasa, one of the smaller towns of Finland. The battle in Helsinki was brutal, and again they lost many good soldiers. He massaged his forehead as he tries to suppress a memory. He looks up as he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Feldwebel Henning who looks with worried eyes at him. “Everything okay sir?”

Stephan nods and relaxes again. “Yes. Yes... I’m fine.” That was a lie of course. His mind was still broken since that day. Everyone in his unit knows that. He know that he need to recover, but he can’t leave his men behind. And besides, facing his fears should help, right?

“Hey, do you guys see that?” someone said and points at something that looks like a swarm of birds.

“Are those... birds?”

“Wow, those have to be the biggest birds I ever saw.”

Stephan was now looking in the same direction. He holds his binocular on his eyes to take a closer look. He could swear that the color in his face faded. “Those things... aren’t birds...” he whispers. He switched the channel of his radio to let everyone hear him. “PEGASI FROM THE SOUTH! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!”

He made his rifle ready to face the enemy and the rest did the same. The Boeing CH-47 in the middle of the formation, also known as Chinook, got a bit closer. That was a new tactic to keep the pegasi from fly easily between the helicopters.

He heard gunfire not even a minute later from one of the helicopters at the end of the formation. The pegasi learned and now they attacked them from behind where the door gunners at the side of the helicopters couldn’t operate optimal. Still, many of those flying ponies died and fall like rocks towards the earth.

“Shit! They get closer!”

“Fire! FIRE! Shoot them down!”

Stephan leans forward to get a better view of the situation. He saw how three pegasi flew under one of the Chinooks, at the end of the formation. They were too close now to shoot them down and they used this short moment to circle from under the helicopter into it, tackling the door gunners inside.

“SHIT! THEY ARE INSIDE! THEY ARE INSA-AAAH!” the radio was cut off and the Chinook began to sink. He saw the flashes of gunfire in it. At least they go down with a fight.

Stephan hates it to fight in helicopters. He wasn’t able to move like on the ground and he had to trust the pilot and her skills. He felt how the helicopter wiggles and he knows what that means. He made his HK45 Tac ready and laid the heavy assault rifle away. “Henning!”

Henning looks at him “Yes?”

“Hold me on my belt! I try to get that piece of shit!”

Henning nods and grabs Stephan’s belt, holding it tight in his hand. Stephan leans forward, got on his knees and leans further until he can look under the helicopter. There he saw the pegasus. She was on her way to the cockpit as she noticed him and turned around with a potion in her muzzle. Stephan was quicker and aims at her, ready to fire.

He heard a loud thud and the helicopter shakes like crazy. Henning had trouble to hold him, and Stephan felt how a other hand grabs his belt. The pegasus mare pressed her belly tight against the underside of the helicopter. She was almost face to face with him as he aimed again and shoots her in the head. “CLEAR!” he screams and Henning and the other soldier pulled him up. He sat down and took a deep breath. He heard how the pilot curses everything. He turned his head and saw that the cockpit window was covered with blood. Looks like that one unlucky pony hit it hard, but didn‘t broke it. Otherwise, they had already crashed into the ground. “How is it looking?” Stephan ask.

Henning listened for a while to his radio before he said “We lost a Chinook and two other helicopters. The remaining pegasi flew away.”

Stephan leans against the wall and tries to relax again. The attack was short, but they managed to get three choppers down. Three choppers with many people on board. He has to talk with the pilots again, figuring out new tactics against such attacks.

Stephan looks at Henning and the other soldier who helped him. “Good work guys. Good work.”

Both smiled at him and nodded back. “We just did our job, sir.” said Henning.

Stephan forced a small smile through his tiredness. He couldn’t ask for better soldiers who would fight at his side.

*

The good thing about Finland was that the ponies couldn’t move as free as they could in Germany or France, because of the amount of seas and islands.

He spits into the sink, cleaned it with a bit water and snatches a towel to dry his face. He just tossed it over the sink and walks back into his room.

He hit his little toe at something on the ground and he curse. He kneels down and takes the object in his hand. It was a little black box. Not just any box, it was one of those magic trick boxes you can buy.

He smiled as he remembered the day as he got it.

*

Reykjavik, Iceland, 2019 Anno Domini

Iceland is this far the only place on the world which wasn’t under attack yet. Thus most of the EUFOR navy used it as a FOB between Europe and America to refill their tanks, reload the weapons and preparing for the next mission.

Just like Stephan and the rest of his men. This was one of those rare moments where they can forget about the war, getting some sleep and some real food. But had something else to do. Today was the day were Trixie have to leave the safety of the ship. She will join other ponies who ran from Celestia and her madness, trying to start a new live on Earth.

Trixie and Stephan were on their way to one of the few camps for war refugees from Equestria. She carries her last possessions, like the hat and cape, in a small back bag. One of the camps is in Klambratún, a park in Reykjavik. It is split in two halves, one half for the humans, the other for the ponies. Humans and ponies are living in different camps, protected by military police from different nations. Assaults from humans against ponies still happen almost daily, mostly on the ships, because they don’t have enough security to prevent that. But it happens also in the camps. And Trixie knew that all too well.

“Do I really have to leave?” The bitterness in her voice could be easily noticed.

“We talked about it already. You can’t stay forever on the Sachsen. It is a frigate, not a cruise ship.” Stephan said with a stern voice.

“But I just started to become friends with the crew.”

“I know, but it is still no place for you. Besides, don’t you want to be with your own kind together for a change?”

“... I guess that would be nice too.”

Stephan nods. He noticed that Trixie changed a lot of her behavior during her time on the ship and around him. For example, the stopped to talk about herself in third person. Most of the time at least. But she is still mad about her cart and wants a new one. He would lie when he says that he isn’t happy to be on missions, far, far away from her sometimes.

Stephan stops in front of the entrance of the camp. A MP from the Norwegian Armed Forces walks towards them and gave Stephan a quick salute that Stephan returns. “Leutnant Bauer from the German Armed Forces. I bring you a new refugee. Her bag is already checked by me.” He hands him some papers. The MP takes them in his hands and reads.

The old officer looks down at Trixie who gave him a shy smile. But he made a face at her and Trixie sunk her head again.

“I will see what I can do.” The MP said with a heavy Norwegian accent. He waves with a hand and another MP trot up. He salutes and says “Yes, sir?”

“Bring our guest to her new home. And while you are at it, check how much space we have left. The next ship comes soon.”

The younger MP nods and signalize Stephan and Trixie to follow him. While they walk, the guard told her the rules in the camp. “Welcome to the refugee camp 2 in Reykjavik. Here the rules. First: Do what the guards say. Rule two: No magic in the camp, or at least not too much magic. You can use it to lift your stuff, or as help to eat. If you try something aggressive with it,” he points at a tower, “Snipers have the order to shoot anyone who tries something funny. Rule three: Food and water is rationed. Everyone gets the same amount and not more. Rule four: You are not allowed to leave the camp without permission. If you have to then talk with the next guard.”

To put it mildly, the refugee camp saw better days. The grass had been tramp down and the raw earth showed through, here and there a few puddles from rain. The tents are crowded, at least ten ponies live in one tent with rationed water and food. The good thing is that they don’t need any human food like meat. Stephan sees a pony stallion holding a mare in his forelegs. Both look tired and hungry, the mare had her eyes closed and leans her head against his chest. The stallion whispers something to her, probably comforting words. Stephan can only imagine through what hell they had to go through, just to end up in this place. He saw some foals too, some try to hide from him, others watched him with curiosity. Some even began to follow the trio.

“We try what we can, but there just come so many every day and we don’t have enough space for everyone. We already began to set up new camps in hei... o... mö Hei...”

“Heiðmörk.” Stephan helps him finishing.

“Yes, that place.”

“Will be there separate camps, too?” Trixie asks without taking her eyes from two fillies who play with a little broken pony doll.

The MP nods. “Yes, they will be separate. It's still not save for the ponies around other people. Especially around those who just lost their homes.”

Trixie nods. She feels how her mood drops with every minute she is in here. Hopefully it won’t be long before she can leave again.

The MP suddenly stops. “Alright. Here we are.”

All three of them stood in front of a tent with a brawny earth pony sitting at the entrance and five others inside. The stallion looks young, maybe just out of his teenage years. He got on his four legs as he saw the trio stopping in front of it, and walks to them. “Hello, Matheo. Long time no see,” the pony said with a little smirk.

“You know that you shouldn’t call me by my forename while I’m on duty.” Matheo said with a serious tone.

“O-oh, sorry, I forgot...”

“It’s okay, it’s okay...” Matheo said with a wave of his hand.

Stephan looks at the pony, then at the MP. “You know each other?”

Matheo was the first who answers. “Yes, he and his family was one of the first who end up here.”

Stephan raised a brow. “ One of the first? They could be already on their way to America, couldn‘t they?”

The pony nods. “Yes, indeed. But...” he takes a short look back into the tent. “We still miss some family members. We hope that they will catch up in time.” He sighs and shook his head. “But where are my manners.” He faces Trixie with a smile. “Hello new one. I’m Brawny Blossom.”

Trixie’s face got a confused look. “Brawny Blossom?”

“I know. You won’t believe how often I hear that. Blossom is the family name of my mother. My dad wanted to take hers instead of his.”

“Oh. sorry, no offence.”

“None taken.”

Trixie offers him her hove. “I’m Trixie Lulamoon .”

Brawny puts his hove against hers. They shake their hove quick before he turns to Stephan and Matheo. “Don’t worry, she is in good hooves here.” He smirks and adds “Or shall I say hands?”

Matheo gave him a short laugh. “Good to hear.” He looks at Stephan. “Alright, we can leave now.”

Stephan nods. “To be honest... I would like to take a look around first. If it is not too much to ask.”

Matheo ponders about that for a moment. “Well, we have a few minutes. Sure, we can do that.”

Stephan crouch down to be on eye level with Trixie. “I go now. From now on, those ponies will take care of you. Also, remember what I told you...”

“Be calm, not starting any troubles and if I have to, make it look like it wasn’t me.”

Everyone looks aghast at Stephan and Trixie before she continues with an uneasy smile. “The last part was just a joke.”

Stephan shakes his head. “You have still to work on your humor, Trixie.” He stands up and strokes his pants long again “Good bye, Trixie,” and walks a few steps as he heard Trixie’s voice.

“Will you come back?”

Stephan stops and turns around. “... yes. Yes, I come back.” Then he walks away with Matheo. Trixie follows him with her eyes before she lost them as they turn right into a new street of tents. She sunk her head and did a soft sigh.

“Missing him already, eh?”

Trixie got startle and shook her head. “What? No, Trixie is not going to miss him.”

Brawny tilts his head a bit. “Why are you talking about yourself in third person?”

Trixie holds a hove in front of her mouth. “I-I mean, I will not miss him. That much...” She whispered the last part.

Brawny giggles a bit. “Don’t worry. You won’t be the first pony I know who lost her eyes on some human.” Trixie wanted to say something about that, but he was faster. “Now, how about I introduce you to the rest of the family?” He turns around and walks into the tent.

Trixie smiles and nods. “Sure. That would be nice.” She followed him shortly after.

Meanwhile Stephan follows Matheo. The tour in the camp shows him that it was everywhere the same. In some places stays a board with pictures of missed ponies. Some pictures even show humans. It was more than obvious that too many ponies life here with not enough tents for everyone. Medical care was also a problem since not many human doctors know enough about the anatomy of a pony, and much of the medical equipment is reserved for the military. Group of volunteers did their best to help everyone, but the amount of refugees is troublesome. It’s probably the same situation in the human camp. At least everyone gets enough food and water. For now.

“Hey, mister.”

Stephan looks down. At his feet sat a little filly, maybe not older as six or seven years with a bleeding hole in her head.

He closes his eyes and shakes his head. As he opens them again he saw just a little filly at his feet with a look of expectancy in her eyes. It looks like she didn’t clean herself for days. “Did you saw my mom and dad? I can’t find them here.”

Stephan shakes his head. “No, sorry. I didn‘t saw them.”

“Oh... okay...” She sunk her head and follows the path in the opposite direction and was now behind him, asking an pony. Stephan took a deep breath and strokes with a flat hand over his head. ‘Damn, I’m still not over it...’

“Sad view... she is not the only one. We have many war orphans here. Their parents send them on Earth to start a new live here, away from the Sun Tyrant.”

“Can’t the other families take care of some of them?”

“We try to get them in other families, but, like I already said, we don’t have much space. Twenty, sometimes even more foals share one tent together. We try what we can to give them something to do, games and stuff like that to let them forget their current situation. We even looked for an entertainer for them, but no one wants to. And the ponies here are mostly workers.” He shakes his head. “It is the same situation in the human camp. I really wish we can do more...”

Stephan nods. “I hope so, too.” As he walked through the camp he noticed that there was a bigger tent almost in the center of the camp. He points at it and asks Matheo about it.

“That is the communal tent. In there, the ponies can come together and getting their next ration of food and water. It is even got a little school for the foals. We have the same in the human only camp.”

Stephan tapped his chin with one finger. Then he got an idea. He look at Matheo and said, “I would like to talk with the volunteers and those who are in charge of this place.”

Matheo gives him a confused look at first before he nods. “Well, sure. May I ask why?”

Stephan gives him a smile. “I think I found an entertainer to cheer up the mood here.”

Trixie was now two weeks in this camp and learned how things work here. She met other ponies who told her their stories of how they end up here and what the actual situation is in Equestria. She learned how the community spirit works, and that everyone have to take care of each other. But she still had problems sometimes with when she heard the guards patrolling in the night through the camp. A human from the other camp even managed to sneak into the pony camp and attacked a pony marched just because he hates them. The guards catched him later that night, but the damage was already done. Brawny told her that she is save by him and his family. But she still wish that Stephan will be back soon. He was already in Europe again and helping there with the evacuation. And in a few months the barrier will hit Iceland as well, and everyone should be off the island when that happens.

After a few more days, Trixie got unexpected visit from some human volunteers, who said that she is needed in the communal tent and that she should bring her bag with her. She follows them without question, but still wonders what they want from her. She already began to imagine the worst.

They stop at the rear end of the tent and they guided Trixie inside. She did what they said and as she was inside, her chin hit the ground.

Inside, of the other side of a improvised curtain was some decor for magical shows, nothing extraordinary, just enough for a little show with magical cards and rings and balls and a small stage. They even got a magical had and table with a chair because of the size difference. On the chair was a little note for her.

‘Dear Trixie,

I hope you like what those people set up for you. I know, that is not your cart, but I hope that will do for now. Those ponies behind the curtain are lost and scared in this world. They need someone who brings some light, some magic, back into their lives. And I couldn’t think of someone more fitting for that job as you. Good luck and give them a hell of a show.

Signed by

Leutnant Stephan Bauer

PS.: Remember to keep a low profile. Too much magic scares the guards.’

Trixie feels some tears rolling down her cheeks while she reads them. She drops her bag and opens it to take her hat and her cape out. After a few minutes of preparation she was ready. She told the few humans who wanted to help what she is going to do and soon after she stood on the stage, took a deep breath, relaxes and:

“Come close, come all! Come and witness the amazing magic of the Great and Powerful Trixie!” The curtain opens and now she saw dozens of ponies and foals, applauding by hitting the ground with their hooves.

Finally, she was in her element again. And this time, she will do her best for those ponies, and not for herself today.

*

He lifts the box from the ground. It was a gift from her to him after she joined Renee in America. Still, before she left she had a request Stephan couldn’t deny.

*

“You want what?”

Stephan and Trixie sat alone in a tent. He returned to her from time to time like he promised. One time, he watched one of Trixie’s shows, and she made him her ‘audience volunteer’. Without being ask about it. Stephan still feel uncomfortable around foals which he didn’t tell Trixie at this time. Maybe she already heard about what happen back in France but does not want to talk about it, too. One day maybe, but today there was something else to discuss.

“I want to do more and they give me that option.” Trixie sat at the opposite of the table, her fore hooves on it. “Many ponies here are already leaving, going to America and other places to help the human resistance. And I want to help, too.”

Stephan sighs heavy and leans back into the chair. Of course he hoped that the work in the camp is enough for her, but she already told him that she want to do more, and Stephan was willing to give her some more to do. He even managed to get her into the human camp to entertain them. Everyone was impressed by her ability to create illusions. That was probably the reason why the new United Nations/Ponies for Human Life Joint Task Force want her to join. It’s not like he hadn't thought about it how to use her abilities against the enemy. But he hoped that he can keep her out of the fighting.

Stephan shakes his head. “Why do you want to?”

Trixie looks at him for a before she sunk back in the chair. “I saw what those New Foals did... what they wanted me to do. And what they now try to make everypony else do.” She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “And... and I know what they made you do...”

Stephan feels like someone took his heart in the hand and squeezes it. “You... heard about it?”

Trixie nods with a sad expression in the face. “Yes.”

There was a silent minute between both and the tents seem to become a bit colder.

“...you probably see me as a monster.” said Stephan with a whisper.

Trixie shakes her head. “No. I don’t. I only asked myself... why? Why do you had to do it? And... I understand now that you did it because you didn’t had a choice...”

Stephan sunk his head. “I had a choice...”

“One that would have killed you and your friends.”

He looks at her. “What I did was still wrong...”

Trixie nods. “And as long you can feel that what you did was wrong...” she leans over the table and put a hoof on his arm and smiles, “you are not monster.”

I took a while for Stephan to get all that through his head. But after he was done, he smiles back at her. “Thank you.”

Trixie slides back into her chair. “And that is why I want to join the fight. To help stopping this war as fast as possible. And to end that bloodshed.”

Stephan nods and took a Pod in his hand, checking a few documents. “OK. If you really want to join then I’m not going to stop you. I just hope that instructor know how to train you guys.”

“I actually hoped that you will train me.”

Stephan turns his head at her with wide open eyes. “You... what?”

“You are the only one I know from all the soldiers here. And... and I heard about your skills and everyone talks highly about you.” She gives him a warm smile before she continues. “I couldn’t think of someone else who will be more fitting for that.”

Stephan keep staring at her before he tips his chin with a finger. “I... see what I can do. We are still busy with helping the civilians on the mainland. And I am always with my comrades.”

Trixie let her head sink and nods. “Oh... okay, I understand.”

“But I can’t be always with them to hold their hands, right?” He adds with a muffled giggle.

Trixie eyes him again, first with a surprised look which turns quick in a smile. “You will train me?”

Stephan nods. “I will see what I can arrange. Until then, help out in the camps.” With that he stands up and walks to the exit. He turns his upper body at her and says, “But be prepared to leave. I will call you. Auf wiedersehen.”

Trixie smiles and waves at him with her hove. “See you again!” she says in English. Stephan teaches her German from time to time to give her the opportunity to understand and to talk with his other comrades. And to keep secrets between them. Who knows who listens?

Trixie did the next days what she have been told by Stephan and keeps her shows running but was always ready to leave when Stephan comes to get her. It took Stephan two weeks to get through the well-known German bureaucracy. He was not surprised that this survived even through war times.

Trixie was in the tent she shares with the pony family as Stephan walks in with a smile. “Alright, it’s done.”

Trixie looks up at him with a baffled look in her face. “Really?”

Stephan nods. “Yeah, took a while, but now you see the new instructor for ponies who want to join the United Nations/Ponies for Human Life Joint Task Force. Well, temporary instructor. Get your stuff, we leave in ten.”

Trixie smiles wide and jumps from the chair to get her saddle bags. She had them packed the first day he told her to do so. She gave every member of the family a hug as goodbye and follows Stephan out of the camp. Everypony she passes gave her a wave with a hove or a simple ‘see you again’.

“Seems like you made a lot of friends the last weeks.” Stephan said.

“Oh yes, everypony was so nice to me. Some of them know me from Ponyville.”

“I thought that story didn’t end up so well.” He ask.

Trixie nods. “True, but they didn’t hate me for what happened. I mean, it wasn’t my fault that this Minor Ursa woke up and destroyed half Ponyville.”

Stephan laughs a bit. “Wouldn’t mind if you do that now. Heh, how about you go back and wake up a Major Ursa and leading it to Canterlot?”

Trixie turns her head away from Stephan and hides a giggle under her mane. “Sure, that would be funny. Well, not for me while it is chasing me.”

Both charred a laugh before they reach the exit of the camp. A shuttle bus is already waiting for them and the other ponies who stand at the side of the street. Stephan points at the group of ponies and Trixie joins them.

Stephan walks behind the group of ponies and stood still. “Attention!”

All ponies stop with whatever they did and looking at Stephan. “Line up!” he said with a commanding voice. The ponies quickly lined up almost perfect what surprised Stephan. Then he thought that they already knew how to line up since they live under the rule of a monarch who was visiting her subjects regularly.

Stephan continuous with his announcement. “My name is Leutnant Stephan Bauer and I will be your instructor for the next three month. You will call me with Herr Leutnant or Herr Vorgesetzter. And when I ask you if you understood everything I was telling you, you will say Jawohl Herr Leutnant! Is that clear?”

“Jawohl, Herr Leutnant.”

“What? I couldn’t hear you!”

“Jawohl, Herr Leutnant!”

“Speak up already!”

“JAWOHL, HERR LEUTNANT!”

“That’s better. Alright, next thing, and I say that just once. You all will be trained for combat. There is no use to talk around it, you will go into battle with other ponies and humans against Celestia’s forces.”

Just the mention of her name let some ponies shiver. “You will face other ponies who want to hurt you and turning the human at your side into a pony. You will have to kill him or her, or he or she will kill you and your comrade.” Stephan took a deep breath and let his eyes wander over the group of ponies. He waits to let his words sink into their minds.

“Nothing can prepare you for war itself. The sound, the smell, the fear. Dead is ugly. All you can do is make sure that your enemy is the one who dies.” Again he waits. He saw how some ponies got sick at that thought, but remind silent.

“I ask you: Are you sure that you are ready to do what is necessary? I give you the chance to leave now. Continuing to run away. Hiding in the dirt. You can be with your families, going somewhere with them and hope that Celestia never finds you until all hiding spots in our world are gone. Or...” he gives the group a dramatic pause, “Or you can fight for them... and for our children as well and giving them a chance for a better tomorrow. The choice is yours.”

The ponies began to whisper between themselves. Stephan could almost smell the indecision and the fear. He knows what they think. The same thoughts he had the first time his instructor asked his group the same question before the training for the 313 EGB began.

Even Trixie had now some doubts about the idea. Her eyes are focused on the ground, deep in thoughts. After a while she looks at her left and her right, watching the other ponies arguing about what to do.

Then she looks up at Stephan who stands in front of her. He just stood there, waiting for her answer. She took a deep breath; pluck up courage, and steps forward, head high and looking straight into Stephan’s eyes.

“I’m not leaving.”

Another pony, a grey Unicorn stepped forward. “I’m done with running away... Herr Leutnant... I’m Silver Soldier. And I wanted to be a Royal Guard...”

There was a loud gasp from the ponies. Stephan stood still and looks him in the eyes. “May I ask why are you here and not with your other comrades?”

Silver lowers his head before he returns Stephan’s glare. “I wanted to join the Royal Guard with the hope that I can change something. Helping others. But...” he paused for a few seconds. “But I never finished my training because of...” he lowered his head to find the right way to tell him.

Stephan saw that it wasn’t easy for him to talk about it, thus he lifts a hand to stop him. “You don’t need to tell me why you left. I want to know why you want to join us.”

“... after I heard about what the Princess is doing... after the war with the Crystal Empire... what happened to all my almost comrades... I just knew I had to get out. I was one of the few lucky ones who still had a clear head before she brainwashed everypony...”

Stephan and the rest waited. For him it was good to have at least one pony who had already a bit of military training, someone who can help the others. “I see... I guess you already talked about it with someone else?”

Sliver nods. “After I mentioned that I was in training with the Royal Guard... well, some people came into my tent and took me for ‘further questioning’. I told them all I know. They believed me and send me back into to camp.”

“I think it is safe to keep you around then?” Stephan asks with a hint of unbelief.

Silver bows with one knee of his front hove on the ground. “By my honor as soldier. I swear that I will not betray you or others.”

Stephan narrowed his eyes. Can he really trust him? “You say words like honor and trust... and betray. And after what I just heard...”

Silver interrupted him. “It was different. I was running away. I don’t want to fight against you like the Princess told the others.”

“Why?” Stephan asks emotionless.

“I... I came in your world... I thought that would be a good place to hide from my ex-comrades and Celestia and...I wanted to see your world... I heard about the horrors the others told me... and I saw some of it...” he raised his head and looks at Stephan with a sad expression. “But I saw beauty, too. Your world... I can’t describe it... it is so rich with it. And I feel like it is worth to be protected.” He stood up and rose his head in Stephan direction. “I’m done with hiding. I’m done with running away. I want to stay and fight for something right. Not for lies and the genocide of an entire species.” He turned around and looks at the ponies behind him. “That is something worth to even die for if I have to.”

It was silent for a while. A lot has been said now and all the ponies need to process the words first. Even Trixie thought about it again. But she came always to the same conclusion. That pony was right.

Another pony walks at the side of Trixie and Silver. “I’m not leaving, too.”

“Me neither!” said another pony who walks at the other side. More and more ponies managed to conquer their fears and doubts until all of them stood side by side, looking at Stephan.

He smiles and gave a little nod. “Alright then. Everyone on board.”

With that, all the ponies walked into the shuttle bus and took their seats in in the prescribed order. Stephan took a seat aside of the driver and gave the go signal.

Stephan smiles. Maybe a bit evil. He loves the basic education. And in some weeks those ponies will love it, too.

*

Stephan opens the box. Empty. He closes it again, taps on it three times and opens it again. He smiles because it is still empty.

Of course, he didn’t prepared it yet again.

Heh, prepared.

The ponies had a hard time the first weeks he was training them. And his thoughts about the pegasi and unicorns were confirmed. They are good with their natural abilities but the lack of stamina and agility when tied to the ground was troublesome at first.

But he wanted to be damned if he couldn’t manage to make soldiers out of them.

*

Near Hveravellir, Iceland, 2019 Anno Domini

Stephan loves the fresh wind around his face, his heart that beats in his chest and the sound of his heavy boots who hit the ground by each step. He simply loves to jog in the morning and Hveravellir was a nice little forest in Iceland. He slows down until he fully stops and takes a look at his side.

Every pony, even some of the earthponies, gasp for air. “Nothing is better as a jog through the woods, right?”

He frowned as he saw how some ponies sit down, one of them even dare to lay down.

“Hey! Did I say that you guys can sit down? Well, since you seem to like the ground, let’s make some push-ups! Everypony down!”

He drops on his hands and began with his push-ups. “One! Two! Three!”

Some ponies began to groan loud as they got to twenty.

“Twenty, twenty, twenty-one! Damn, I miscount thanks to your groaning! Again! And count with me this time! And loud! One!...”

After almost sixty pushups, thirty sit-ups and knee bends (what was quite hilarious watching twenty ponies doing it with just their hind legs) and over 8 kilometer running, they finally got back in their little tent city. And even during lunchtime.

The ponies had just ten minutes to wash themselves and getting their mess tin. Stephan was waiting with an eye on the watch. Ten minutes was almost too good for them. He and his comrades had only five, sometimes just three minutes to get ready. He remembers one time as he almost burned his throat because his group was too late for lunchtime and they had only five minutes to eat. Since this day he had a slight dislike for croquettes.

He was the last one who took his lunch after they marched together to the food distribution. The ponies became vegetables with some rice and he goulash. At least they could choose between orange juice and cherry juice. The ponies sat down in a circle around a fire hole and began to eat and chat about the events of the past weeks.

“Those humans know how to make a good meal, I give them that.” said one of them, a green unicorn colt who uses his magic to manipulate a fork.

“Meh, it is eatable. I had better stuff back in Manehatten.” said another one, an earthpony who tries to get his muzzle in the mess tin to get the food. In the end, he just uses his long tongue to lap it out. The result was quite messy.

“Hear, hear,” respond a pegasus mare. “I was once in Manehatten. And I can’t say that is true.”

“You probably just eat in one of those cheap locals.”

“Yeah, my coltfriend was always bit-pinching on our dates.”

Everything became silent for a while until somepony whispers “Awkward~”.

“So... yeah. Change of subject?”

Every pony nods. “Well- Silver.”

Silver rose his head from his meal. “What?” he asks with a full mouth.

“You was a Royal Guard recruit before you switched sites, right?”

Silver put his meal down and let out a heavy sigh. “Yes, that is right.”

“Well... why did you leave them?”

The pegasus mare gave the curious green unicorn a look which make him silent before she turns to Silver. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want of course.”

Silver shook his head. “It’s okay.” He looks over the group around him with a smile. “Besides, I and my other recruit brothers always shared some good stories.”

All the ponies stopped to eat and lean closer towards Silver to hear him.

“First thing first. I didn’t leave the Royal Guards. They kicked me out.”

He smirks as he saw how some ponies became huge eyes. “It was one week before I and my friends would become real guards. Well, we had the idea to go out one night at a weekend and to celebrate.”

He close his eyes like he recall the past. “We went to a nice little bar near Canterlot. For the usual. Drinks, parties and mares...”

His eyes shot open as he notice how he almost lost himself in memories. “Like I said, the usual. We had already a few drinks and the mood was high. That was, until I notice how a guy at the bar bothers a waitress. It was about... not so sure anymore, but it was mostly about the humans. The waitress was probably a pro human activist, and the stallion... was not.”

“I stood up and walked over to both to stop the fighting. I heard my friends calling me, but I was fixed on that brute who didn’t let the mare go. I took him on his shoulder and shove him away from her. He wasn’t happy and tried to hit me. So, I bucked him in the face.” He took a sip from his juice and placed the can on his lap.

“A few minutes later I found myself in a cell. A Guard told me that I just bucked a officer of the Guards, breaking his nose and kicked out a few teeth. I don’t know his name, never cared about it anyway. They told me that they’ll forget what happened when I apologise, I said, no.”

The ponies gaps and a few mares watched him with almost dreamy eyes. “Long story short, they kicked me for kicking a high ranged officer and for helping a pro human activist. I left one day before we had our vow. I said goodbye to my friends. And since then, I never saw my friends again. They are probably now slaves of Celestia...” He lowers his head, avoiding to show the others his sad eyes. But he wasn’t able to hide his voice. “Maybe... they are already dead.”

It became silent again. Trixie thinks about those who are behind the barrier, all those ponies who get caught between the lines. One day she will return, and help them to find the truth. About the War, the barrier, the main six, Celestia... and the humans.

Stephan didn’t hear any of it, he was in his own tent eating his meal. He missed a good kitchen already. Currywurst with a good beer together with his friends.. That would be a nice thing right now.

His train of thoughts came to a halt as someone calls for him outside. “Come in.”

Stephan smiles as he saw how his friend Daniel walks into the tent. “Oh, didn’t know you were eating. Shall I wait?”

Stephan shook his head and points at a seat on the other side of his table. “Not a problem at all. Take a seat. Do you want something to eat? We got plenty left.”

Daniel sit down and his nose notice the warm lunch on Stephan’s table. But he shook his head. “No, thank you. I’m just here because of my last mission.”

Stephan took a spoonful of noodles in his mouth and swallowed. “Your last mission? Why?”

“Well, how shall I start... I and my team were on a patrol and rescue mission. Quite simple. Go in, see if you can find someone and bring them back. No one told us that some of those people don’t want to leave.” He shook his head again, this time with an uneasy expression on his face. “They shot at us and we shot back. I can’t believe that they actually want to stay behind.”

Stephan nods. “People do crazy things in crazy times. But I guess that is not the reason why you came to me, right?”

Daniel rose his head and gave Stephan a quick nod. “Yeah. After some time we found someone we can rescue.” Daniel gave Stephan a dramatic pause before he continued. “Or, let’s say, something.”

Stephan stops to eat and he could’ve sworn that the noodles sigh in relief. “Something?”

“Yes. It looks like a pony had sex with a bug... or so. I’m not sure and the eggheads back in base working on it right now.”

Stephan stood up and walks around the table, taking his vest and other belongings. “Show me.”

Daniel also stood up and waits for him at the exit. “Are you sure? What about the recruits?”

“I put Peter in charge. It’s just theoretical stuff about firearms. I’m still waiting for the weapon saddles for the earth and pegasus ponies.”

It took just ten minutes to tell the ponies and Peter. Stephan could see that of all ponies, Trixie was the most saddest one.

The car drive took almost an hour in which Daniel and Stephan talked about almost everything they couldn’t talk about. Stephan was happy to hear that the relationship between Daniel and Alica got stronger every day. Of course, relationships between soldiers was actually not allowed but who cares about rules in days like this?

Daniel stops the car in front of a hospital. Stephan asks him why they put the creature (They decided to say creature instead of the thing during the drive) in a civil hospital while they walk inside.

“The camps don’t have the material to help the creature. It seems like in pain the first time I saw it. And more fascinating is... it seems like it can change the form by will.”

Stephan gave him a brow. “Really? You are not trolling me here, are you?”

Daniel lift up his hands in response and put on a innocent face. “Of course not! You know I only Troll you during our LAN-Parties.”

Stephan still gave him a stare that makes his spine ice could.

After a quick chat with the nurse in charge and checking their identity, they were allowed to see the creature in question. They passed several guards and sights with the Hazardous symbol and other warnings. Finally they came to the room and Stephan looks through one of the windows in it. What he saw stunned him.

For the first part, Daniel was right. The creature on the bed and surrounded by medics was somehow a mix between pony and bug. It had four hooves, a long neck, pointy ears and even a tail and mane and even a horn. But here ends the consensus with a real pony. She (He realized that after he saw her face and body structure) had long, sharp canines and her body was covered in a black chitin like material. The wings and tail are greenish and what made him even more uneasy was the fact that she had holes in them and her horn and her legs too.

“Where did you found her?”

“In Finland, close to the barrier. It seem like she was hunted by some Royal Guards. As I found her... well, she didn’t look like that. It happened during the flight. Some of my men almost shot her as she turned back into... well, that. She muttered something before she fell unconscious.”

Stephan works with the information he just got. A creature that can imitate others. If the eggheads could figure out how...

Then he noticed that she was watching him. He looks back at her and for a moment it was like they had a mental conservation.

“I guess I say hello to her. Wanna join?”

Daniel gave Stephan an uneasy look. “Are you sure? Who knows what she is capable of.”

Stephan gave Daniel a little pat on his back. “Hey, I bet she is happy to see you since you are the one who rescued her.”

Daniel sighs and nods. “Alright.”

Stephan smiles and opens the door into the room. The medics were first surprised but gave in after Daniel explained who they are.

Stephan walks closer to the creature on the bed. He looks at her for a few seconds and puts a hand on his chest. “I’m Leutnant Stephan Bauer, 313 EGB. May I ask who are you?”

She look up at him for a while like she is studying him. After a minute she opens her mouth but the first thing that came out was a heavy cough.

“Sorry... I’m not in the best shape right now...”

Her voice was... differed. Like an echo on its own. “Not a problem.” Stephan said.

“I’m Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings.” She paused for a moment before she added. “Or... was the Queen of them...”

Stephan’s look became worried. Shall he press on or gave her some rest? He decided for the first.

“I’m sorry if that brings back bad memories. But... what do you mean?”

Chrysalis eyed him for a while and cough in her hove. “I mean what I said. I was once the queen of them... now... now I’m just their shadow of what we once were.”

Stephan sighs. “What happened to the others?”

Chrysalis facial expression became sad and she looks down at the ground. “I... wasn’t strong enough... again. My poor Changelings... all dead because of that big plotted Celestia...”

Now Stephan’s curiosity was calling. “Celestia? What does she have to do with it?”

“She... she killed them... she killed all of my children...” Stephan saw how her eyes became wet and tears began to run down her face.

Stephan looks over at the medics and gave them a sign to leave. Daniel followed them and closed the door behind him.

“That’s... horrifying. She already did genocide on a race...”

“Yes... and now she will do the same with yours...” She said with another cough attack. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t warn you earlier... I had to hide from Celestia’s minions, and as the war break lose... I saw my change to leave.” Tears continued to run over her face. “If I could have left earlier... I knew about your people for a while now, and after I saw what Celestia planned... I didn’t want to see another race going down.”

Stephan walks over the a table and took some handkerchiefs to give them her.

“Thank you,” she whispers weak. “It is nice to have some company after... all what happened.”

“May I ask you something more?”

She gave him a weak nod.

“You didn’t just come here in our world because you wanted to be safe, right?”

She gave him a smile after a while. “You are smart. Yes, I wanted some more. I saw what your armies are capable of, and so I decided to help you.”

“Well, that’s nice... I guess. But how?”

Chrysalis wanted to say something but fell silent. “I’m... not sure. I’m not in the best conditions anymore.”

There was a knock on the door and Daniel came through. “Stephan, I talked with the medics and they said... oh... um, hello.”

Stephan points at Daniel. “That is Oberstabsfeldwebel Daniel Johannsen of the Wachbataillon. He is the one who found you.”

Chrysalis smiles at him. “Thank you for that.”

Daniel smiles back, uneasy. “No problem.”

“And I must say, the love for the woman of yours has quite the taste.”

Both, Stephan and Daniel now looking at her with slightly scared expressions. “E-excuse me, but... what?” Daniel asked.

“Oh, sorry... I didn’t told you that. We Changelings feed from positive emotions. Don’t worry, it is not harming you at all.”

Stephan relaxes again and notice just now that his hand was on his pistol. “Don’t do that again please.”

“Of course.”

Stephan looks at Daniel who relaxes now too. “You wanted to tell me something?”

“Huh?... aah, yes. It’s about her.” He points a finger at the former queen. “The doc said that she is stable so far but that she is sick somehow.”

Stephan rose a brown. “How so?”

“Well, he said it is like cancer or something familiar. It is weakening her. But they can’t figure out the source.”

“I guess I can answer that riddle.”

Stephan and Daniel look at Chrysalis.

“During the time as the first new foals were born, we felt... that something was off.”

“Off?”

Chrysalis nods. “Like I said before, we changelings feed from positive emotions. And as the first new foals came to Equestria... we thought we are feasting.” She gave both a slight evil grin. “There was so much love of them for Celestia, and everyday more came. But...” Her face darkened again. “We noticed too late that their love was... wrong. It wasn’t true love but twisted and taint like venom. We realized it first as some of the weakest, our newborn and the old, became sick and died after a while. More and more became sick, including me. And that was the moment Celestia attacked, pushing back and away from Equestria. She soon figured out what we have to suffer and decided to let us die out slowly. My children asked me to leave, to find new food sources to feed on while they stay behind, distracting Celestia and her Guards...”

There was a moment of silence between them. Stephan could feel with her. And Daniel too. Celestia decided to attack their world after there were enough new foals around to start. Attacking the capitals of each nation simultaneously and trying to cut each nation from another. The plan failed in some places but the shock was still deep in everyone's mind.

“My bravest soldiers buy me enough time for me to flee with the hope that I can rebuild our great race again. But the damage is already done. I can’t lay any eggs anymore. The love of the new foals poisoned me and I feel how it eats me from the inside out.”

“Can’t you feed from our love or from other ponies?”

“I can. But it doesn't matter. The poison is already in me. I will die over long or short. The love I can feed on here keeps me alive now. But I will never give live to other Changelings anymore.”

Stephan looks at her with sad eyes. No one, not even his worst enemies, should live like that. Alone, the only one left of an entire race. And if he and his comrades can’t find a way to stop Celestia... someone, somewhere will have to face the same fate.

“Just... one more thing. Daniel told me that you are a kind of... shapeshifter. Is that correct?”

“Yes. That is a method we use to observe and infiltrate potential sources of love. We sometimes switched a loved one with a Changeling to feed on him or her. We even can take their memories, using them to become the pony in question.”

Stephan strokes over his chin with two fingers. “That is... quite disturbing. But clever.”

And then it hit him.

“Can a pony learn that? I mean, a magical pony, like a unicorn?”

Chrysalis turned her head away from him and looks at the ceiling, tapping her chin with a hove. “Maybe. Shapeshifting is a difficult art not anypony can do. She must have experience with illusion magic and familiar crafts.”

“I guess I know there one pony.” He eyes her with a serious look. “Do you think you can teach others how that shape shifting works?”

Chrysalis nods. “I will do everything to help you and your people. I only want justice for what Celestia did to my children.”

Stephan smiles and gave her a quick nod. “I then we have a deal.” He was already on his way to leave but he stops and turns his head at the Queen. “... how do you know it is a she?”

Chrysalis only gave him a toothy grin. “Can’t you figure?”

Stephan eyed her for a few more seconds before he gave her a goodbye and walks with Daniel at his side to the car.

During the drive, Stephan called the HQ to inform it about his conversation with the Queen. Of course, they wasn’t so happy that he did it before any of their Intel's could do, but they trust him enough to let him have it his way. But as he told them his plan, they almost lost their temper and he already imaged that someone will jump out of his phone. Stephan could only smile as he heard the annoyed sighs on the other end of the phone as he gave them arguments they couldn’t deny. They gave him one month. One month to show them that he could make a spy out of a pony that could sneak behind enemy lines, blinding in their society and that with a new face every time.

All he had to do was talking to Trixie and convince her to that idea. He was quite surprised that Trixie was all too eager for all that, becoming a spy, stuff. She hesitated a little as he told her about Chrysalis and how she will fit in all that, but as he told her about what happened to her and the other Changelings back in Equestria was reason enough for her to join.

They load up some of her belongings, said a few goodbyes and off they were to the hospital again.

Trixie looked uneasy at the door to Chrysalis but a smile from Stephan lit up her courage again. Stephan opened the door and both walk inside.

Chrysalis smiles by the sight of Stephan and her smile became a bit wider as she saw Trixie. “Ooh~, that is quite a surprise to see you, Trixie Lulamoon.”

Trixie was taken aback and watched her with wide eyes, just like Stephan. “Y-you know me?” she ask with a shaken voice.

Chrysalis nod. “Not directly, but some of my Changelings told me about the amount of love you have for yourself. They said it was quite tasteful. A bit odd, but tasteful as a nice snack.”

Even though Stephan shouldn’t be such a statement, he tried his best to hide a smile. He know Trixie long enough to confirm that.

“T-they... feed on my love? When? I never saw any Changeling...”

“They have hidden in your audience as some random ponies.”

“...oh...” Trixie seemed to become even more worried if it was a good idea to come with Stephan.

“Well, I guess as long you didn’t harm her.” Stephan said what he thought.

Chrysalis shook her head. “Of course not.”

“But, what about the time as you attacked Canterlot?”

There was a pause in the room and Stephan rose an eyebrow. “I guess we have a lot to talk about, Chrysalis.”

She only nods and turns her attention back at Trixie. “Now... before we start with the training...”

Stephan holds a hand up and interrupted her. “We can’t start the training today already. You need to rest.”

“I wanted to say that I would like to see what Trixie already can with her illusion magic.”

Stephan gave her a guilty look and smiles. “Sorry, I was just worried that it would be better if you get some rest first.”

Chrysalis smiles at him. “How kind of you. But a nice show will for sure help me to raise my mood.”

As soon as the word show had been spoken out, Trixie smiles wide and she light up her horn. Stephan took a few steps away from her and towards Chrysalis bed.

“It will be a honor for the Great and Powerful Trixie to show Queen Chrysalis what she is capable of.”

Stephan rolls his eyes but kept silent. Trixie didn’t notice it since she was too busy with her show. Chrysalis on the other hand smirked at his behavior.

Trixie showed them every kind of illusion magic trick she could perform. Stephan had to confirm the nurses who came by that the fireworks are not real and do not harm anyone.

After the show, Chrysalis asked Stephan to let her and Trixie alone. He obeyed and walked out of the room. Of course he could still see them through the window and Stephan saw how Chrysalis talked to Trixie and she nod and talked back. After a while he noticed how Chrysalis expression became dark and Trixie seem to be worried about what she told her. A moment of silence between them followed but Trixie gave her a nod. Chrysalis looked at Stephan and nods.

Stephan enters the small room again. “And?” He just asked.

Trixie looks at him with a smile. That kind of smile someone gives when he or she was happy and sad at the same time.

“I can start tomorrow. If that is okay.”

Stephan nods and looks at Chrysalis. “Thank you for your help. If there is anything I can do...”

Chrysalis only shook her head. “Don’t worry about that.” She gave him a smile and added, “Giving Celestia a pain in the plot is more than enough payoff for me.”

Stephan returns that smirk. “Much appreciated. I still have to adjust my trainings plan but that's nothing I can’t handle.” He looks at Trixie. “And I can’t just let you not finishing your basics.”

Trixie know that this would mean that she had to do more as most of the others but she didn’t mind. She was quite happy because now she can do something no other pony could do. And how many ponies can say that they learned the art of shapeshifting from the Queen of the Changelings herself.

After Trixie and Stephan said goodbye to Chrysalis they drove back to the camp. Stephan noticed during the drive that Trixie is quieter as usual, like she is in deep thoughts. He didn’t want to interrupt her and concentrate on driving. At the camp, Stephan and Trixie gave both a goodbye and both walked back to their tents. The entire conservation took hours and it was getting dark already outside. Peter told him about what the group learned today and that they had the order to help Trixie to keep her in touch with the theoretical material.

Stephan used the night to organize his training plan new which took some effort and time. It was almost midnight as he was done and was happy to lay with his face on the pillow. Still, he wonders what Chrysalis told Trixie that caused the sudden mood change.

And after a while he wonders if he will have nightmares again.

*

He didn’t had any if he remembers right. The thoughts about what Trixie talked about with Chrysalis pushed them easily aside. Chrysalis told him a few weeks later.

She had injected some of her Changeling magic into Trixie to give her the ability to perform the transformations better. He was almost gone mad about it, but she and Trixie assured him that it was harmless. Almost.

She told him about the danger of the shapeshifting. The danger to get lost in the personality the Changeling, or in that case pony, chose and forgetting who she or he was before. The Changelings were born with that ability and don’t have to fear to lose their personality, but ponies are a different story.

Still, after three months, Trixie was one of the outstanding recruits Stephan ever had. She managed even to lay him by trick him with her illusion magic. On the mat. In a training fight.

‘Damn’ he thought. His friends made jokes about that even today. You just have to pronounce one sentence wrong and all goes to hell. But it didn’t take long until he beat her again and sometimes they end up in a tie.

But even though he know that his feelings grew for her every day, he didn’t managed to open up. Something that Chrysalis noticed. She eats love and of course she will notice that something is happening between Trixie and him. Chrysalis wasn’t interfering for a while, watching if they can overcome whatever restrains them by themselves.

But that changed with a little shove in the right direction.

*

Reykjavik, Iceland, 2020 Anno Domini, Three Months Later

Stephan stood in the snow at the harbor and watched how ponies and humans walk into the waiting ships. Most of them go to the USA and he waits for one pony in particular who would also leave soon. He turns around to look at the city and he could swear that he can almost see the barrier emerging.

But that didn’t matter for the people who lived here. They put up a nice Christmas party for everyone and the streets look colorful and warm. The ponies had a familiar celebration, called Hearth Warming Eve and somehow they managed to put both together but both sides still keep their distance most of the time.

“There he is.”

Stephan turned around and smiled as he saw Trixie and Chrysalis. Both wore some kind of winter jackets, Trixie‘s had a military touch and a saddleback while Chrysalis was covering more of her body and a hood covered her head since no one want to scare anyone or let alone start a panic between the civilians. As soon as both are close enough, he stood still and looks at Trixie. It took her a while until she realized what he waited for. She saluted with a hove at her head. “Gefreiter (Private) Lulamoon reports: Ready to leave to the USA and escorting Queen Chrysalis to the ship.”

Stephan returns the salute. “At ease, Gefreiter.” Trixie relaxes and a small smiles crosses her face. He looks over at Chrysalis who as well with an acknowledged nod.

“I hope you two had a nice last day here in Iceland?” Stephan asks.

“Why, yes of course Leutnant. It is beautiful how your people set up such a celebration even during times like this.” Chrysalis lifts her nose and her grin grew even more. “And all that love in the air...”

Stephan rose an eyebrow at her. “Please, Queen. Remember what we talked about eating others emotions.”

Chrysalis chuckles and looks him in the eyes. “Ooh, but of course. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it.” She coughed at the end of her chuckle and Stephan gave her a worried look. “Are you okay?”

“Yes... yes. It is okay again.” She sighed and looks over her shoulder to the city. “What a shame... not long and this place will be gone as well.”

“Yes. But we will make sure that Celestia will have to pay for each centimeter she takes away.” He looks down at Trixie with a warm and slightly evil smile. “Right, Trixie?”

Trixie looks up at him and returns that smile with her own and nods. “Yes, we will.” Then her mood changes and she let her head sunk. “I just wish...”

Stephan gave her a questioning look. “Yes?”

Trixie returns her gaze up at him and smiles awkward. “Oh, nothing... nothing at a-AH!”

Trixie jumped a bit forward and Stephan kneels down to see what happened to her. “What is it?”

Trixie looks back and saw how Chrysalis tipped her hove on the ground before she gestured Trixie with the same hove to move forward. Verbally of course.

Trixie narrows her eyes at the Queen and turns her head back at Stephan. “Well... what I wanted to say... I...” She swallowed dry and continues with a whisper. “I... I will miss you...”

Stephan just looks at her and tilts his head a bit. Not much, almost unnoticeable for some people. But not for Chrysalis.

“Oh, well... I guess I will miss you too. But I’m sure yo-UGH!”.

He almost fell forward on Trixie but she caught him with her front hooves. Both make eye contact for a moment and Stephan felt his cheeks beginning to warm up. He already saw how Trixies cheeks became red.

He looks at his side just to see how Chrysalis whistles innocently and looking in the air.

Stephan shook his head and returns his attention at Trixie. “What I wanted to say... I will miss you, too. From all the people I already meet... well, you are somewhat special for me.”

Trixie’s eyes widened and her cheeks became even warmer. “Oh... well... yeah. I... I think that too. That with I’m being special...” another little push at her side, “That others thing that I am...” another, “That I’m special for you...” and another, “THAT I THINK THAT YOU ARE SPECIAL FOR ME TOO!”

Stephan leans a bit away and he could saw a small smile on Chrysalis face. “...Oh-kay~...”

“No... I mean it...”

Trixie’s soft voice turns his attention back at her and he saw how Trixie tries to find the right words, looking at the ground.

“I... you are special for me... you not only saved me from the New Foals and those humans who tried to hurt me...” She returns her gaze back at him and he saw how her eyes became wet. “But you also helped me to adjust and fit in... you gave me something to do, helping others to cheer up their mood. You gave me a porous in my new life and now... now I leave you...” She broke the eye contact and closed them, a little tear run out.

She felt fingers under her chin and how they raised her head up to look at him again. Stephan smiles at her and runs a hand over her cheek. “Hey... it’s not forever. I’m sure our ways will cross again. You know, there is an old saying... Man sieht sich immer zwei mal im Leben.” (You always meet twice.)

Trixie shook her head. “But... but what if I want to see you if I miss you too much?”

“If that happens...” Stephan puts his hand in a pocket of his pants and took out a metallic Zippo with a dead skull on it and under it the text ‘Rock ‘n Roll’ and holds it in front of her. “Take this. When you miss me then look at it, knowing that a little piece of me will be always with you. Merry Christmas”

Trixie took it between her hooves and looked at it for a while before she smiles and puts it in one her pockets of the jacked with her magic. “Thank you...” Then she used her magic to pull a little black box out of her saddleback and hovering it over to Stephan who took it in his hands. “What is that?” he asks.

Trixie smiles. “Open it.”

Stephan looks at it for a minute and then at Trixie and back at the box and shrugs. He opens it and his eyes widened. In the box was...

“...nothing?”

Trixie giggles. “Close it again.”

Stephan does as he has been told and closes the box again. Trixie hits it soft two times with her horn. “And now, open it again.”

Stephan rose an eyebrow but opens it again. He jerked his head back as a bush of false flower popped out. After a short time of shock, he begins to laugh. “Neat. Thank you, Trixie.” He closes the box and puts it under his arm. To put it on the ground wouldn’t be a nice act in his eyes.

“Happy Hearth Warming Eve.” Trixie says with a wide smile.

Both looked at each other for a while until they notice a little shadow above them. Stephan was the first who looks up and saw Alica, holding a mistletoe between her fingers above them.

“And now, kiss.” She said with a mischievous grin. Daniel was not far away from her with the same kind of grin. Stephan wonders how they managed to sneak up at him.

“Really? Alica? Daniel? Really?”

Daniel holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, it was hers and Chrysalis idea. I’m just here as support.”

“Uh-huh. Why, is she threatening you with sex withdrawal?” Stephan asks with a light angry voice.

Alica giggles like a little girl.

Daniel just nods in a ‘Yes, you are right’ manner but smiles innocent at Alica as she turns to him. But she turns her attention back at Stephan and Trixie. “Come on now. We know you both will make a nice couple. And everyone who says something else will be regretting to have ever been born. Now, get over with it already.”

Stephan don’t know what was more horrifying. The fact that it seems like that everyone already know about his hidden feelings for Trixie...

Or the fact that Alica uses her typical ‘Do it, or you will regret it for the rest of your life’ voice. He sighs in surrender.

“Well, Trixie...”

He didn’t came further as he felt her lips pressing against his. He was quite taken aback by that and his eyes are wide open in surprise. Soon he closes them and leans in the kiss, placing a hand on her cheek. He could hear the Daww’s of Alica, Chrysalis and Daniel. Stephan could feel the eyes of others on him and Trixie. But somehow he don’t care right now. Why should he? Alica would take care of those who make the mistake to say something wrong.

Stephan and Trixie separate from each other again and both look in each other eyes for a few more seconds before they start to laugh softly.

“I’m happy for you both.” Chrysalis said with a happy smile on her face before she giggles and feel in a laugher later.

Stephan and Trixie turn to her. “What is so funny?”

Chrysalis stops her laugh and looks at both with a huge grin. “Well, think about it. I’m a creature that feeds from love. And here I am and helping two individuals who could not more differed from each other to find theirs. Ironic, isn’t it?”

Stephan looks at Trixie and she looks back at him before they began to laugh as well. “Yes, that is quite ironic.” Trixie said.

Stephan stood up and cleans his knees from the snow. “Well, I guess it is time. The ships will leave soon.”

Trixie nods and stood up as well, shaking a bit snow off her. “Yes, indeed. Chrysalis, are you coming?”

The Queen looks at her for a moment before she said, “I will follow. I need to have a word with Stephan at first.”

Trixie nods and waves at Stephan and Alica and Daniel. “See ya again soon!”

Alica and Daniel waved back. “Well, I guess we should leave now, too. Bye Stephan. And bye Chrysalis. Was nice to work with you.”

Stephan and Chrysalis wave back and following them with his eyes until they are out of hearing range. Then he turns at Chrysalis who had a concern look in her face.

“Stephan. You know that I can't really say what will happen with Trixie if she uses form-shifting abilities.”

Stephan nods. “Yes. I know.”

The Queen nods. “Trixie is going to have a hard time. She will often questioning herself if she can continue, maybe even fearing that she will lost herself to one of her new personalities. Maybe she does but I can't tell. Never before had a pony the same powers as a Changeling. It can go so far that she is losing her mind.”

Stephan knows that already. There wasn’t a day where he wonders if it was a good idea to let Chrysalis teaching her to make her a better spy, maybe the best who ever lived. But to what price?

“But...” Chrysalis began again, “I know that will not happen.”

Stephan gave her an unsure look. “Why?”

She gave him a warm smile before she adds, “Because I know that you will be there for her if she needs someone. Someone who makes her remember who she is. Who loves her for who she is. Your love will help her to keep herself together. No matter the distance, she knows that you will be there for her.”

Stephan thought about her words for a while before he nods. “I see. And... thank you.”

Chrysalis rose an eyebrow at him. “Oh? For what?”

“For telling me that. And... for open me up to her.”

Chrysalis giggles and waves with a hove. “It’s okay. I don’t mind to help you two out with that. It’s nice to be the one who spreads love for one time as just consume it.” She looks at him with lovely eyes. “Besides... if she didn’t want you... I would take you every time.” she adds with a wink.

Stephan laughed and watched her from the corner of his eye. “Sorry, Queen. But you are not really my type.”

Chrysalis seem a bit hurt by his words. “Ooh, really? I guess you forgot to who you are talking to. I can change in every mare... or maybe even every woman you want.”

Stephan strokes his chin before he gave her a sneer. “Well, too bad that you showed Trixie how to do it as well, hmm~?”

Chrysalis looks at him for a while before both began to laugh heartily until Chrysalis coughs again. Stephan catches her as she was almost falling over from the hard coughing. “Thank you.”

Stephan helps her to stand on her hooves again. “You are welcome.”

Chrysalis looks over at the navy ship. She saw Trixie waving from it. “I guess I should go now. Thank you Leutnant Bauer for the hospitality.”

“Not a problem at all. I hope you two will enjoy your travel.”

Chrysalis nods and trotted towards the ship. She stops and turns again to Stephan to wave at him. He waves back and looks at them until they are gone.

Stephan stood a while longer at the pier, watching the snow dropping around him. It was cold outside.

But somehow he felt pretty warm inside.

*

It seemed so long ago. A lot happened after that day. Iceland is now lost as well. Luckily, everyone was evacuated long before the first ponies arrive. But the humans didn’t left with a little welcome gift in form of several MOAB in every city. A gift from the Americans. The explosion was visible even several kilometers away and took many lives. The island is now a crater landscape and the cities already gone before the barrier could do it.

Stephan had the order to travel to the Poland/Russian border, and helping the rest of the Poland army to protect the evacuation routes.

During the time of his travel something else happened. Some people high above promoted him to a Major. They let him jump four ranks what surprised him at first. But he realized that it means only one thing:
The European army is low at experienced officers and he was one of the few left who survived long enough to get that promotion.

He was happy first, but as they told him that he shall leave his unit and moving over to America to help in strategy and logistic questions, he refused both, the promotion and the order to move to America. His place is at the side of his comrades and to protect Europe. Someone even had the nerve to say, what he want to protect. Europe is gone. Of course, that broke lose a big shit storm and Stephan called them names and they were already on it to call him a mutineer during times of war and let him get shot.

But some high rank officers of the remaining European army step between them and told them their side. Of course, there is no democratic in the military, but when several soldiers of different nations begin to talk about how Stephan helped and about his heroic feat, the other side had to listen.

And they did. They granted Stephan to keep the promotion and even gave him the permission to lead a part of the remaining EUFOR who was willing to follow him how he wanted. With the condition to keep the other forces in touch what he is doing in the moment.

Stephan agreed and the other officers agreed as well. Stephan took everyone with him who wanted to follow him.
It was almost everyone which made him to the Commander of the First United European Defense Force. A huge responsibility but everyone seemed to trust him enough. And that was enough for Stephan to accept his fate.

Later he and the European army fought at the side of the Russian and Poland army. They were drove back by the sheer mass of ponies, but they managed to give the civilians enough time to flee behind the Russian border.

Stephan showed that he is more as fitting for the job as leader and many successful missions going on his account. Later he decided to split the European army into several groups, each with one active commander under his command who are allowed to act on their own as long the mission is done. That gave Stephan enough space to fight at the front of another group. He switches between them to see their progress and helping out with his own unite with his co-leaders Daniel, Müller and Peter.

One of the first things he did was to give the order to not take trophies from the fallen enemy. At least nothing like bodyparts like a horn or a wing. He knows that he can’t keep an eye on everyone, but he trust his other commanders to keep their soldiers under control. No need to give their few pony allies more nightmares.
Trixie came by from time to time to visit him. And one day she brought him something that will turn the dices to his favor.

*

Iran, near the Afghanistan border; 2022 Anno Domini

An explosion ripped the T90 tank apart and several Iranian soldiers jumped into cover.

Under them was Aadish, a young private of the Armed Forces of the Islamic Republic of Iran. He felt how the shockwave rushed over his body and he couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. It took a few more until he found the courage to get up again. He wished he didn’t as he saw the horror in front of him.

The Equestrian barrier is already visible and several cities are destroyed, swallowed by the energy. Aadish knew that his home is already gone and all he could do was to help the rest of the civilians to flee to Afghanistan. Politic be damned, those people need help and for the first time, most of the nations of the Mideast helped each other.

But it wasn’t enough. Their armies are not trained for such a situation and were overrun almost at the beginning of the campaign.

Now they hope that the promised help from Europe will come in time before it’s too late for everyone.

Aadish startled as he heard a scream at his side. He saw how one of his comrades got hit by one of those potion bombs and now lays on the ground, screaming in pain while the unholy mixture does it work. Aadish could only watch as the poor man transformed into a pony. It took a few minutes and a new pony was born. It turned his head at Aadish and smiled.

Aadish jerked his rifle around and fired a quick burst into the pony who dropped into his own blood.

Aadish turned his head and looks over his cover to see how a lot of ponies, New Foals, running towards his position. He rose his weapon and fired into the mass. Several ponies died almost immediately but there are so many.

He fired and fired, dropping more ponies... and then he heard the metallic noise of the hammer in his rifle. The magazine was empty.

He took it out of his rifle and was already on it to take another one when he noticed a shadow in front of him.

An earthpony was jumping over the sandbags with a potion in his mouth. It saw Aadish who was trying to put a new magazine in his rifle. Aadish blood froze and time seemed to slow down. And then he felt the liquid on his face.

But nothing happens. He opens his eyes again and strokes over his face and saw that it wasn’t the potion. It was blood.

Then he saw the body of the pony in the dirt, his body torn apart by a high caliber weapon. The next thing he saw was another shadow that jumped over him from behind. He had to blink a few times until he saw what it was.

A heavy armored figure stood on the cover, dressed in dark blue clothes and body armor which covers his entire body from the neck downwards, the armor itself having a strange sheen to it, as if there was more to the armor itself and in his hands a big rifle which he shot in full auto, killing many more ponies. He also fired his under barrel grenade launcher, blowing another group of ponies into pieces.

Then he put his rifle on his back and switched to a machete. Aadish wonders if the mysterious man got crazy before he saw how the machete began to shine as well, transforming into a giant claymore made of light.

The man storms the lines of the ponies and killed at least a dozen of them with one swing of his magical weapon. Several potions hit him all over the body, but a barrier around him seemed to absorb the liquid, protecting him from the effects of the potion.

He killed already another group of ponies before he turns around and shouted, “Come on, do you guys want to live forever?”

Aadish felt the earth shaking and he turned around. There he saw hundreds of soldiers, tank, helicopters and jets, beginning their counterattack, followed by a war scream that got under his skin.

He smiles and finally loads his rifle, screaming as well and attacked the ponies together with the European army.

Later in Afghanistan, somewhere in the mountains near Kabul; 2022 Anno Domini

Stephan was in his small room and cleans his armor from the blood.

The body armor was a prototype of the next generation of combat equipment. It was lightweight, protects most of the vital parts of his body and could even withstand a direct hit of a .50 caliber weapon. Still, hit can hurt like hell being hit by such a weapon. He had also to wear a so called ‘Climatic Vest’ which is another vest with a inbuilt temperature calibrator to cool him in the heat and warm him in the cold. He couldn’t believe that it will work the first time he saw it. But now he does not doubt the functionality of his armor.

Another gimmick is the enchantments, which were set inside the material of his body armor, and drew power from several power gems located inside incase it ran low on power. A gift from the PHL, the enchantments themselves came from studying the Royal Guard’s armor, which were then reversed engineered by unicorns of the PHL, the few unicorns in his group then proceed to make their own armor and pass it out to others in the group. His own armor protect him from any harm and also from the potions. They already work on a way to adapt it for other weapons for the humans, even for their tanks, jets and even ships. Rumor had it that the Americans themselves were working on something even more powerful than the enchantments, and were sending out messages to any military power still existing to come to America. He was planning on heading over himself, if only to see what this powerful new magic can do.

He carefully pulled a wire from his chest piece, making the C-4 explosives imbedded into his armor safe. A failsafe in case he were to be captured by the Royal Army. The explosive was connected to his helmet by a single wire, if the helmet was forced off without him going through the motion of deactivating the bomb, it will blow, making him and his armor a giant suicide IED. But he promised someone to do it only when there is no other way for him. The last thing he want is to leave the world, knowing that Trixie will be swallowed in sadness forever.

The next thing is his machete. Trixie gave him a visit a while ago and gave it him. The first thing he noticed was the pendant on it. It was enhanced with some of Changeling magic and transform the machete into a giant claymore made of pure magical energy, able to cut through almost every material he encounters. But it had limited charge and can only use it for few seconds, a minute top if he forced it; but given that the blade itself was made of magic, it weighed as much as the machete. Seeing a human wielding a blade about the size of himself and swinging it around like it weighs nothing more than paper was a sight to be seen indeed.

He used it in Russia the first time together with the armor. That gave him a unique nickname: The Knight of Germania.

He smiles every time when he thinks about it. The people think about him as a hero, a angle of death on the battlefield, who brings chaos and destruction to the ponies who are loyal to Celestia.

But he isn’t the only one with a unique nickname.

One time he called Trixie ‘his blue spy’. And someone had heard that as well. Since then she is called with that name, even in Equestria. He already heard of her work, espionage, sabotage and other kind of work. Also about her habit to leave with a bang and a note which says ‘have a nice day’ before the unlucky ones vanish in a cloud of fire and dust.

Yes, he couldn’t be more proud of his little blue spy. Both of them even use their time together to train his mind against the effects of mindreading and familiar magic. Something that was desperately needed since the unicorns began to use spells to knock out his soldiers. Another was that they trained together, and Stephan was surprise to see how well they work together. His strength and skills along with her magic and explosives were something straight out of a action movie. He was the main fighter, heading headlong into battle. That was dangerous enough as is, but with Trixie, her being his backup, always by his side, supporting him; it turn into a whole new ballgame. The first time they fought together, he saw illusions of himself running by his side, the panicky voices of the Royal Guards before the illusions rush by them, his own weapons barking out as he cut them down. Trixie would then either transform into one of guard, or turn invisible, hiding behind them and slitting their throats open wide. Or he would find himself pin down, Trixie would vanish from sight before the line of Royal soldiers would get blown up from her explosives. Fighting together, back to back, new foals surrounding them, and he would feel as secure and safe as if he was in a bunker itself.

He loved that mare, trusted his life in her capable hooves. ‘His Blue Spy’ would never let him down.

Speaking of which. He turns around and saw her in his bed, quietly dozing in it. She came from another mission and wanted to see Stephan. Of course, there wasn’t much talking. Each one of them had to go again soon, preparing for the next mission in who knows where.

He stood up and walks at the side of the bed and kneels down in front of Trixie. He puts his hand on her head and strokes over her mane. She coos under his touch and opens her eyes slowly. She smiles at him and leans into his hand.

He smiles back and whispers a, “Good morning, meine Liebe. Slept well?”

She nods and leans forward, her muzzle just inches away from his. “Hmm, yes. Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed.”

Stephan chuckles and leans in for a kiss. “You are welcome. It is nice to have you around.”

Trixie nods and rolls on her back to stretch her limbs. “I know. I just wish we could spent more time together.” She rolls back and out of the bed, shivering the fatigue from her.

Stephan kneels at her side and giggles. “I wish that too. But we have a job to do.” He pats her back before he stood up and walks back to his armor and continues to clean it. “When do you have to leave again?”

Trixie thinks about it for a second and looks at the clock before she answers, “In two hours. The Doctor and Derpy are coming to take me.”

Stephan chuckles again, he thought the strange stallion was insane, but turns out the pony was borderline genius; Stephan had an inkling that the Doctor knew more or was more than he appear be, especially when he saw the pony himself trot through a war-torn battlefield without batting an eye at the corpses that laid there. His partner, Derpy, didn’t fair as well as him, but she kept a stiff upper lip throughout it all.

Still, conflict erupted between him and the Doctor, Stephan felt like he was in the presence of a being that did a terrible deed. That placed him on the edge whenever the Doctor was around. He even got in a fight because of this with the Doctor; Derpy and Trixie stopped them after almost an hour of shouting.

“Do you think the Doctor is still mad at me?” Stephan asks with concern in his voice.

Trixie looks at him with a smile and shook her head. “No, of course not. The Doctor is a good colt. I bet he already forgot it.”

“Well, I hope so.”

Trixie giggles and walks over to Stephan and puts a hoof on his lap. “Oh, don’t worry. The Great and Powerful Trixie will protect you from him.”

Stephan rose an eyebrow at her. “You know, sarcasm fits you quite well.” Stephan makes a short pause before he adds, “Did you hear something new about the Queen?”

Trixie blinks a few times before she know about who he was talking about. “Chrysalis is still sick. Nothing we did could help her so far.” She sunk her head and her voice became sadder. “She will die and she knows it. But still, she keeps up and helps us as good as she can.”

Stephan nods and puts the cloth on the table, aside of the armor and turns to Trixie. “She is a strong woman. Not many can continue when they know that they will die.”

Trixie nods. “I... I just hope that I’m that strong too.”

Stephan kneels down in front of her again and takes her in his arms, holding her head against his chest. “I know you are. And besides...” He smiles at her before he whispers in her ear, “You know that I’m always there for you.”

Trixie smiled back and nuzzles his neck before they began to kiss again. Then she had a idea and her cheeks became red.

“You know... we still have two hours...”

Stephan giggles and kisses her cheek. “You are one bad mare, you know that?”

*

With his fingers over the lip. He could still taste hers on his. He missed her.

He also heard already that Chrysalis died a few weeks ago, but still helped Trixie with her new powers as much as she could before her time was up. She was a strong mare, he give her that. He just hopes that she is now reunited with her Changelings, wherever it is.

Trixie is probably somewhere in America or already in Equestria again. Still, he had the feeling that she was fighting with something, and that it is not the enemy. It was an internal fight. He remembers what Chrysalis said, about the unknown risks of the Changeling magic for a pony.

But he knows that Trixie is one strong mare who can handle it whatever it is.

There was a knock at the door what took him out of his stream of memories. He walks at the door and opens it. Behind it was a young woman, dressed in a combat uniform from the Ukraine. She salutes and he returns it.

“Telegram for you, sir.” she says and showed him the paper.

He nods and took it out of her hand, wondering who could have send it. He noticed that the woman was still at the door and saw her cheeks flushing from the corner of his eye.

“Was that all?” he asked her with a neutral voice. But he smiles in his mind, knowing that he only wears his long but tight X-Bionic underwear for upper and lower body. And they are skin tight.

The woman looks at him quite shocked but salutes quickly and turns around to leave again.

Stephan smiles and closes the door. He opens the paper and began to read it.

His smile vanished as he came to the end of the note and walks over to the radio and picks up the microphone.

“Get me Hauptfeldwebel Diesberg on the line.”

Afghanistan, somewhere in the mountains near Kabul; 2023 Anno Domini

Stephan was on his way out of the mountain he and hundred other soldier call home today. He is wearing his armor already, rifle and sidearm loaded and ready, his magical machete at his side. The mountains of Afghanistan are connected with each other via a network of tunnels. The Taliban and the ANA are now working together with the European army to protect the borders from Celestia’s army, and they did a hell of a job this far.

Now something has changed. Stephan was the first one in the European army who got the news first hand. Hell, he SAW it happen it. The Royal Guards had sent a giant airship to attack the rest of the human army and to crush the ponies who dare to help them in the Middle East. The city of Herat fell within the day, even with thousands of people fighting for it, it fell due to its new weapon.

Potion Clouds.

They threw everything they had, but nothing they had on hand could pierce the shield that was covering it, along with a few dozen Potioneer Ships, the entire city of was swarming with ponies. But the defenders were fighting hard, slowly pushing them back. Stephan himself was flying in route to the city, along with an entire convoy of tanks and vehicles.

He saw it happen right before his eyes. The giant floating ship, Flying Goddess, unleashed its new weapon upon the defenders. Slowly, spewing from the ship, was purple clouds. He ordered the convoy to stop, the feeling of dread filling his soul. He watched as the clouds covered the entire sky around the city, he heard over the radio the confusion on what was happening.

The few pony allies within the city cried out over the radio when potion fell from the sky, covering their allies, changing them before they were cut down by the very people they were trying to help. People stuck outside transformed, instantly giving the Royal Army ground troops, buildings were invaded and people dragged out into the rain. Stephan could only look in horror as he saw people within the few vehicles they got on hand to flee the potion laced city. Out of the 104 ponies that were sent to support the city, only a scant 12 made it out. The others were cut down before they could escape.

It would haunt Stephan for several days, the screaming before it transformed into sounds of laughter and voices calling out thanks for ‘saving them’.

Because of this situation, Commander Marcus Renee, the actual commander of the UN/PHL Task Force, was called to be informed. Instead, he was called to Boston, and to bring as many of his men and equipment as he could, ASAP.

Stephan was told that new weapons were being brought forth, their own weapons to be enhanced, and the finally find a way to stop the barrier itself; if only temporarily. Renee knew that he had obligations in the Middle East, but they were finally going to strike back now, information was coming in that the Tyrant was going to sweep into America, take as many UN commanders and leaders as she can, and break the back of the resistance.

Besides...New and improve weapons, armor, and tech was always a good thing.

Stephan grins. He did a lot to keep the European army together under his command, and even refused to come to America in the first place to not lose his connection with his men and women under his command.

And now, America calls for help. Of course, he can’t refuse this time. He knows that when America falls, one of the last few countries free from Celestia’s madness on Earth will fall, and with that, the last hope of winning this war. If the Americans fail, what chance did the rest of the world have?

He walks past some soldier who running around, giving orders or carrying them out. Stephan saw on young man working on his weapon and he stops when he saw Stephan. He rose from his box and salutes. “SIR!”

Stephan holds in front of him and musters him. He was not older as eighteen years, his face still of that of a teen. His combat suite was a old green patterned US Army jacket and grey jeans. He also got a belly vest for AK magazines.

“Show me your weapon.” Stephan says with the typical neutral commando voice.

The young soldier quickly lifts his rifle, unloads it and offers it towards Stephan. He took it out of his hand and eyes it for a while.

It was a old AK47, a gun widespread around the globe. He could see the years on it, but the AK series is known for their reliability. He opens the chamber and pulls the trigger several times to see if the hammer works. Then he inspects the iron sights. He nods and gives the boy his gun back. “It is a good weapon. Take good care of it, and it will take care of you. Understood?”

The boy takes his rifle back and nods thankful. “Yes, sir. Understood sir.”

Stephan salutes and continues his walk and finally got out of the cave. The warm sun greets him and he had to blink a few time to adjust his eyes to the light.

Outside are many more soldiers and ponies running around, tanks and jeeps are driving around, preparing for the now coming event. He even saw Silver who carries some rifles between his hooves and with his magic. Stephan walks towards a tank and saw Peter at its side, talking to an earthpony with a pale, light grayish gold coat and a light brilliant cobalt blue.

Stephan identifies her as Sapphire Shore, a Pop star from Equestria and Peter’s actual mate. Well, again, because that is the pony with he cheated his old wife. The mare left him too, but came back since she could not stand all those New Foals in her fan base anymore. Thus she returned to Earth and found Peter again. Now she helps as good as she can, but she uses her talents as Pop star mostly to entertain the troops. Still, she is a good fighter and almost never leaves Peter’s side.

“Hey, Peter. Hello, Sapphire. How is it going?”

Peter salutes quickly and Sapphire does the same. “Good this far, Major. The troops are already working and we can leave in less as twenty-four hours.”

“Good, good. How are our troops anyway?”

Peter gave Stephan an uneasy look and let his eyes run over the soldiers. “They are afraid. We never faced something like that airship before, and you know the rumors about it as well.”

Stephan nods and strokes over his chin. “Yes, I do. But I don’t believe that it can’t be destroyed.” Stephan looks at the soldiers. “Still, I guess I should talk to them. Sapphire, is the stereo equipment ready?”

Sapphire nods and points with a hove at the tank. “It is reeeaa~ady, oo~oh yeah.”

Stephan hat to suppress a smirk. He knows that she uses her sing voice in the end of every sentence to keep herself in training. Still, it is one thing to hear it out here as from behind a door which leads into Peter’s room.

Awkward moments included.

“Nice work everyone. Peter, take care of the rest. I want to leave as soon and possible.”

Peter salutes and walks with Sapphire back to their business. Stephan climbs upon the tank and takes the micro in the hand, turning it on.

“Comrades!”

His voice shouts over the entire place and everyone stops with whatever they are doing and looking at him. "We are going to fight the enemy in Boston! The sun tyrant wants to bring down the last hold of humanity! But I say, we will not let that happen! I know, many of you fought already for so long. I already heard the voices, too. That we lost our homes, our entire country. Our history, vanished under the barrier. We lost so many lives, comrades, friends, family...
But look around you! You are not as alone as you think! We have soldiers and officers from Austria, Belgium, Bulgaria, Cyprus, the Czech Republic, Denmark, Estonia, Finland, France, Germany, and many more! You are not alone! You are all now, brothers in arms, bounded by the blood we already shed, and we going to shed in the future! All of you, every single one of you, have a history! Buildings can be rebuilt! Books rewritten! They say we lost our home? I say we have our home always with us! In the person who stands on your side! In our hearts! In all of you! And as long one heart is beating, our home and history will live on!
And today! We will defend our people! Who fled with us, trusting us that we will protect them! Soldiers! Do you want to let them down?”

Everyone was screaming in one voice. “NO!”

“Do you want to protect them, giving them the hope of a better tomorrow?! Showing them that not all is lost?! Showing them that we endured long enough?! That we are up to the challenge?!”

“YES!”

“Then let us the army of the sun tyrant greet with the fire in our hearts! Let them hear our united voice, who calls out ‘Just this far and no step further!’ Today, we will draw a line in the sand! TODAY WE WILL PUSH HER ARMY BACK! TODAY WILL BE THE TURNING POINT! TODAY WE WILL DO ONE STEP FORWARD, TO RECLAIM BACK OUR HOME! LET US WRITE A NEW CHAPTER IN OUR HISTORY! OF US! OF EUROPE!” Stephan pulls out his machete which transforms immediately into the magical claymore and holds it in the air. “WHO WILL FOLLOW ME AS MY BROTHER IN THIS FIGHT?!”

An deafening cheer was his answer. Thousands upon thousands are cheering in one voice, letting him hear that he will not march alone. He smiled and sunk his sword again. “THEN LET’S SHOW THEM WHAT THE SLANG ‘HELL ON EARTH’ REALLY MEANS! UNITED IN DIVERSITY!”

“UNITED IN DIVERSITY!” was the echo.

Stephan remained on the tank for a little longer and watched how everyone was preparing for the battle. He felt a hand on his shoulder which belongs to Daniel. Müller was standing on his other side. “Quite a speech, dude. I always knew you had it with the melodramatic.”

Stephan smiled. “They need some motivation. I gave it to them.” Stephan turned to Müller. “In the mood for a bet?”

Müller grinned wide. “Always.”

“Do you think you can hit a seven hundred meter airship with some of your Panzerhaubitze ?”

Müller let his fingers creek. “I‘m always up for a challenge.”

Stephan smiles and returns his gaze towards the soldier.

‘Today, Celestia...’ He thought. ‘Today you will learn the meaning of fear. To fear humanity. And you should be very afraid. Because I will come for you, and your minions. And I’m not alone.’

Author's Note

I want to thank everyone who helped to make that story possible. I never thought that it will be that long when I started it.
Thank you, Redskin and TB3 for giving me the idea for this and for the help to make this possible.
And thank you Drawdex for the help to edit this.
And thank you dear fans, for your support and your patience.
I hope you enjoy this story and who knows...
Maybe I do another one.
Until then:
Have a nice day!

Chapter one: The fall of Berlin (Edited 22.06.2015, many thanks to the Spectrum Crew)

The Conversion Bureau: The Other Side of the Spectrum
Side story: Europe
Chapter One: The Fall of Berlin
Original by TB3 and Redskin122004: The Conversion Bureau: The Other Side of the Spectrum, side story by ProudToBe
The story includes German language, translations are at the end of each chapter.

Word of Queen Celestia’s crimes in Bern proved to be a wake up call in Europe. Some had tried to make contact with her, begging her to stop the madness. But she didn’t respond to requests from the politicians of Europe, or any other nations worldwide, meeting pleas for mercy with either wet with stony silence or platitudes that this was for their own good. As the first reports about attacks on other towns near the borders around Switzerland streamed out, it became clear that the whole of Europe was under attack.

The military began to plan defensive lines and tactics, helping the police to protect the civilian population.

But as ever, no plan survives first contact with the enemy.

In close proximity to Lüneburg, Germany. 2019 CE

Leutnant Stephan Bauer was sat in an old CH-53 chopper as he watched outside through a window. Clear blue afternoon skies and green meadows made for a typically beautiful scene, the kind which made you think that nothing bad could be happening in the world. He was sure that his mother would have liked to sketch a picture of this.

Stephan was a man of average height and a bearish build, but his face, despite a small scar over his right eyebrow, made him look younger than twenty-five years. Some people would call him ‘little bear’, thinking it an insult, yet others would say it was because he was like a giant teddy with its heart in the right place. Regardless of how someone may twist or turn it, he happened to be a well-trained and respected officer who did what was necessary to ensure the success of a mission and the survival of his men, without the loss of innocent life. The man had became an officer in record time, he stood at the top of his class as he had already done some missions with the KSK and SEK-M with his EGB-313. unit. Sometimes even in the company of spec-ops forces from another nation.

As the transport helicopter was nearing the little city Lüneburg, he saw how thousands of cars were driving north towards the evacuation center. Here and there were people on foot. He wondered if the cities in south Germany, like Stuttgart and München, had enough time to evacuate. Especially with the HLF going around shooting indiscriminately in what felt like a repeat of the Three Weeks of Blood - truly, word had spread that there were some very bad people in that group...

His heart tightened as he realized that most of these people wouldn’t make it in time. He shut his eyes and shook his head, before glancing through the cargo hold of the chopper. Thirty-one soldiers were waiting to finally jump into action. Almost half of them were veterans who already knew war, and kept silent while the younger ones were talking, almost screaming over the engines, about the mission.

“Scheisse, can you believe it? Never thought that I’d go to war against some colorful ponies!”

“Ja, krass oder? Did you saw what they did to the reporters?”

“Hab ich! Damn, they just turned them into ponies like it was daily business! Please, do me a favor and shoot me if they ever try to do the same with me!”

Stephan chose this moment to throw himself into the discussion . “No one’s going to be shooting anyone else! have you got any idea how much paperwork I’d need to fill in if someone got the bright idea to kill his comrades?”

“Nein, Herr Leutnant!” both of them shouted.

“Enough for half a year! And in that time, I’ll be sure to make the surviving one clean the toilets with a toothbrush, you understand? Every, single, day! Now, focus on the mission!” He leaned back to let the other soldiers hear his last sentence, “We have to help the police and the Wachbataillon to get the civilians and politicians out of Berlin before it’s too late! Is that CLEAR?!”

All the soldiers sat up straight and shouted, “JAWOHL, HERR LEUTNANT!”

The paratroopers of EGB 313 were still part of a young unit, not older than ten years. Their job was similar to the US Army Rangers. But now they’d just entered a whole new level of war, and he was worried that they weren’t ready for this.

… That he wasn’t ready for this.

He flinched a bit as he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Geht’s?”

It was Hauptfeldwebel Peter Diesberg, his second-in-command and leader of Fireteam Two. He was nearly fifty, pushing retirement age already prior to the war, one head taller than Stephan. His shining grey hair, aged masculine face and blue eyes lent him an air of authority only veterans could possess. Stephan respected and trusted him, and was always listening when the old man expressed his thoughts, born of years in combat, into a mission briefing. Diesberg, on the other hand, always had a open ear for Stephan when he needed someone to talk, especially after missions. It was sometimes better to talk with someone who’d gone through the same shit than talk to some shrink.

Stephan gave a long sigh and shook his head. “Ja, it’s okay. I’m just... a bit tense. Never thought that I’d face the day our home was under attack by... well, extraterrestrials.”

Diesberg nodded and gave him a light push on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. It’s only a simple rescue and evacuation mission.”

Stephan gave him a raised eyebrow. “You really think so?”

“I know that those... Equestrians are capable of things we only can imagine. But if there is one man who can stand against them, it’s you, Leutnant. You have proven yourself more than once already, and I doubt this mission will fail under your command.” He took his hand from Stephan’s shoulder and leaned his back against the armoured wall of the chopper.

An edge of Stephan’s lip moved up a bit. “I only managed to come this far with your help, old man.”

The Hauptfeldwebel smiled at him. “But you were the one who got us in and out. And sometimes under the worst circumstances imaginable. So, stop worrying about it, and focus on what you can do best.”

‘He is right. Focus, Stephan. Okay, what to do? First, after landing, secure the perimeter. Second, get the politicians out of the Bundestag. Third, but only secondary, helping other military, or if necessary, police forces. Damn, this shall be a long day.’

“How long do you think until the Equestrians get into Berlin anyways?” asked a young Hauptgefreiter named Marco. “I mean, they’re mere kilometers away. Isn’t it almost half a day’s journey from Switzerland?”

“I guess so,” replied an older Oberstabsgefreiter called Basti. “I was once in Switzerland. Nice country, but ich sags dir, the traffic during summertime sucked. They won’t get far if they’re travelling that road.”

This was the moment where the chopper jumped a bit. Stephan looked out of the window and saw that they were moving faster. He grabbed the microphone on his side to contact the pilot. “What happened?”

“Emergency call from Berlin, Herr Leutnant! The city is under attack by an unknown number of enemies!”

Stephan could feel the color drain from his face. He gave Marco and Basti a short stare and looked up at Diesberg, who smiled at him in a manner like he already knew what just happened. Stephan placed his hands on his face and whispered, “Oh, I hate Murphy's law.”

Berlin, Germany. 2019 CE

“Geht in Deckung, oder wie das heißt!”

Oberstabsfeldwebel Daniel Johannsen of the Wachbataillon let himself fall on the ground as a bright flash of magic flew over his head. After the short moment of shock, he jumped up and aimed at the unicorn who’d tried to hit him with that beam of pure energy. A short burst of his HK121 made the guardspony drop to the ground, practically headless. He scanned the area to make sure that no other ponies were close by, he turned around and gave the rest of the group the ‘all clear’ signal.

Daniel and his squad had a mission to get the party members of the Bundestag out to the helicopters while other units secured the perimeter. But the sudden appearance of Equestrian forces had invalidated their planning. Some politicians were already ponified, most of them killed by the very soldiers sent to protect them,

“It’s like a freaking zombie invasion here,” one of the soldiers moaned, covering the Bundeskanzlerin with his body. The old woman was shivering and tears ran down her cheeks. Another, younger woman, her secretary, moved in and held her tight, whispering something into her ear.

Daniel gave the soldier a stern look which said ‘just talk when it is important’ and stood up, his machine gun pointed forward.

‘A simple in and out mission they said. Am Arsch!’

“Okay, vorwärts.” The small group began to move again, while the young woman was still holding the federal chancellor. Daniel hoped that her old heart wouldn’t give up yet after all the things she had to see.

They didn’t even walked ten meters as a door swung open slowly, only a puddle jump away in front of Daniel. Maybe more survivors?

He was quite disappointed as a pony head appeared. Daniel didn’t let him any time to see the group and ran to the door and kicked it. The little pony body got easily crushed between the heavy door and doorframe. Daniel heard how some of his ribs broke and along with the air being pushed out of his lungs. The pony was now unconscious, but still alive.

Now he noticed that the pony wore a tattersall shirt. Another Newfoal. Maybe another politician, or an office employee. Or just the janitor. With a family, waiting at home for his return.

‘No time for that.’ He banished those thoughts out of his head, pushed the pony behind the door after making sure the room was empty and he kept walking on to the exit. There was no time to check every room, so they moved as quickly as they could, giving each room only the most cursory of searches. Daniel and one another comrade were watching the front, while the rest was covering the sides and back. He heard gunshots outside. The battle for Berlin was already ongoing, and it didn’t looked good for the humans.

But he will be damned if he let Berlin fall to those colourful, little monsters that easily. He heard that tank battalions are already on their way, but it will take time until they arrive because of the millions of panicking people who tried to get out of the city. He also heard that his old buddy Stephan is on his way with the 313. paratroopers. The last time he saw him was last winter, as everyone of the old gang got together to tell their stories, drinking beer and playing online games. He wondered what they will tell each other for stories after this is over.

Finally, he saw the exit. The giant glass doors was the only thing between him and outside where the rest of his unit awaited him. Hopefully, the reinforcements are already there with the choppers. Only a few more meters...

Something was wrong. There were hundreds of people in the Bundestag. Most of them had been ponified, so they had to be somewhere around. He slowed down until he came to a full stop to held up a fist. The rest of his men understood immediately, forming a tight circle around the survivors. Daniel made the first step forward and the rest followed him. It was only a few meters before ponies jumped out of their hiding spots, some of them wearing the armor of the royal guards. They tossed their little potion bombs at Daniel and the others. Some missed the humans, while others hit the waterproof battle dresses of the soldiers who were still shielding the politicians.

Only one of his men was unlucky enough for some of the potion to spill on his face. He reacted faster than Daniel had ever seen anyone, running to the pony who hit him, a grenade ready while he still had hands and jumping onto the equine creature. Both vanished in the explosion while the other ponies around them were knocked to their sides by the blast wave.

“Get another bucking bomb ready!” a Royal Guard pony screamed, but Daniel and the rest of his team were faster, quickly gunning down the ponies in a hail of bullets with their HK416s. After a few seconds, the room fell silent again.

“Cover me!” Daniel walked over to the spot where his comrade took the pony with him. There wasn’t much left and the penetrating smell of burning flesh got into his nose and he needed to breath through his mouth. He searched for the dog tag which was still around the neck of the soldier, save under the ballistic vest. Stabsunteroffizier Patrick Niemann. 34 years old.

He snapped it into two pieces and tuck one half into his pocket. He gave the signal to move on. Two soldiers opened the doors and everyone walked outside. Daniel stopped to breath for a second as he saw the scene outside.

Hundreds, nay, thousands of ponies were attacking the city. Native Equestrians of the royal guard and Newfoals alike attacked everyone in sight with the potion, changing man, woman and children into new ponies. The police and the military fought as if hell itself was about to swallow them up, desperate to get the remaining civilians away from the city. They’d used even police riding teams and K-9 dogs to hold off the earthponies and unicorns at a distance. But with little armor, they were useless against the pegasi who simply flew in and dropped the vials of potion on the humans.

The soaked below humans screamed in denial and agony as their bodies twisted and cracked as they transformed into ponies, only to get back up again to tackle the nearest human to the ground. Many of the former humans could be heard screaming ‘Embrace Celestia’s light!‘. Or, in rarer cases, begging for death.

Daniel saw some of the pegasi get shot down before they got too close, but there were just too many of them to shoot all down. Most officers wore full body armor which protected them quite well against the potion, but everyone who didn’t had one would be changed into a pony immediately. He saw how one officer got hit by a potion and changed in pain into a pony. A policewoman nearby saw it too, and aimed with her MP at him. The Newfoal who was once her partner attacked her and wrestled her down on the ground. Another policeman kicked the pony and shot him in the head with a 12 gauge, splattering his skull against the ground.

Daniel tried not to look at it.

“Alright?” he asked, helping the woman up, and ran with her to the next checkpoint where the military set up a defensive line to cover the evacuation routes.

‘This is a living nightmare.’ He looked around and tried to find the helicopter. But there was none. He swore and looked over his shoulder.

“Listen up! We have to get those people to safety! Watch the ground AND air!”

“But wouldn’t it be safer inside?” asked one of the civilians.

Daniel shook his head. “No, we would be sitting ducks inside. We have a better chance outside with the other forces.” He pointed over to a army truck where several soldiers fought the attacking ponies off. “We regroup with the rest and hold that position as long as we can! Move it!”

Everyone was running while Daniel and his team covered each side. One soldier opened fire as two Newfoals charged at them. Both felt to the ground, the potion still in their muzzles. They reached the truck in a short time and Daniel kneeled at the side of a radio operator who was shouting into the microphone. He was not older than twenty years, guessed Daniel.

“Ja, habe verstanden! Ich geb’s weiter, aber wir haben nicht genug Leute um... ja... jawohl Herr Major! Ende!” He looked at Daniel who could see his fear in the face of the young man. “The helicopters are still on their way,Herr Oberstabsfeldwebel! Too many pegasi are flying... along with chariot or what ever are in the air!”

“Damn! What about some anti air support?”

“The Mantis carriers are on their way, together with some tanks! But have to drive carefully!”

“Too many people on the streets, I guess?”

“Yes.”

That complicated his mission a lot. The armored vehicles are not enough to hold the ponies off. He had to plan his next step carefully. To go on foot was too dangerous and the vehicles are too big to drive between the civilians who are running for their lives. And the air is controlled by flying ponies. The only option was to hold the position until help arrived.

“Air assault!”

Daniel jumped up and looked at the direction that one of his soldier pointed. His eyes opened wide as he saw dozens of pegasi and chariots flying directly towards them. Now he was sure that this was a well coordinated attack on the leaders of Germany. He wondered if the other countries have to deal with the same problem.

“EVERYONE! DEFEND THE KANZLERIN!”

Two soldiers brought the Bundeskanzlerin and the others into the armored vehicles while the rest took positions behind sandbags. The remote controlled machine guns twisted towards the incoming ponies and greeted them with a wall of lead made of .50 and 7.62 NATO bullets. Many ponies were killed, but they seem to have a endless supply of them as another pegasi took the places of the dead ones. To Daniels horror, it seemed that the chariots are protected by some kind of energy shield and the bullets clashed against it without doing much damage.

“ABC ATTACK!” shouted Daniel as he got on the ground while he took out a plastic sheet out of his ABC bag and pulled it over his body. The rest of the soldiers did the same and just in time as the first potion bombs hit the ground, covering everything with the pink liquid. He carefully pulled the sheet off him after he was sure the chariots are away. He heard a scream and looked at the source. It was the young radio operator. He probably hadn’t heard him and got hit by the potion. His body began to change, hands and foot turned into hooves while his face became longer and looked more like a pony with every second. Daniel stood up and watched the transformation until it was over. Like a rising undead living corpse the new pony stumbled onto his new hooves, a bit uneasy on its hooves but he managed to stand. Then it opened it’s eyes and looked straight at Daniel. And it smiled.

“Sehn sie nur, Herr Oberstabsfeldwebel! It isn‘t that bad at all!” He jumped a bit around and showed his new body with pride to everyone. “It‘s wonderful! And you need just...” he put his hoof into the rest of the potion on the ground and pointed it at Daniel, “...just a little bit of that magic.”

“Bleib da.” Daniel almost whispered. His hands tight around his machine gun as the pony stepped closer “I said, stay back!”

But the pony walked ever closer, his hooves make squishy noises on the wet ground. “Don’t worry, it hurts just for a moment.” The pony jumped at him, out of the blue with this front hooves pointed at Daniel. He was already on it to lift his weapon and strike the Newfoal down, but someone else was faster. A short burst of an assault rifle hit the pony and it landed dead at Daniel’s feet. The eyes grew lifeless, but remained wide open and still fixed on Daniel. He just stared back before someone pulled on his jacket.

“Herr Vorgesetzter? Daniel? We still have a job to do.” It was a female voice and Daniel knew the person to whom it belonged. Alicia, a young woman, who joined alongside Daniel into the Wachbataillon. She was a beautiful woman, even in combat gear. Her dark brown hair was hidden under the helmet, bound to a pigtail. She was as tall as Daniel, as almost everyone in the Wachbataillon, a must for everyone who wants to get into the unit.

He just nodded and looked at his soldiers. Everyone was tired, hurt but ready to do their duty. “GET READY! THEY WILL BE BACK! WATCH OUT THAT YOU DON‘T GET ANY OF THAT POISON ON YOUR SKIN, UNDERSTOOD?”

A short “JAWOHL!” and the soldier moved back into position. Alicia smiled at him and ran to the others.

Daniel checked his weapon and made sure that the extra barrel was ready just in case it overheated. He looked up at the horizon and spotted the next wave of ponies and chariots.

“Come on, then!” He yelled, lifting the heavy gun and making sure to have easy access to his grenades. ‘I might not get out of this mess,’ he thought. ‘But I’ll take as many ponies with me as I can. Even if it includes me.’

He took a deep breath and shouted “FÜR VOLK UND VATERLAND!”

“FOR PEOPLE AND FATHERLAND!” was the echo, and the thunder of their weapons as they welcomed the ponies.

Hamburg, Germany. 2019 CE

Stephan stood in front of the big lake called the Elbe in Hamburg and looked down on the body bags before him, glad he couldn’t see what was left in there. Anger, rage and deep mourning filled his head. But he showed no emotions. He knew that people died in war and no matter what you try, what orders you give... it was never enough. Someday, you would make a wrong decision, a wrong move and someone would have to pay the price.

“The Helicopter is almost ready, Herr Leutnant!” Stephan peered over his shoulder and saw how the Hauptgefreiter was standing behind him. He gave him a quick salute.

“Understood, just... one minute.” He responded dryly.

The soldier nodded and peeked at the bags for a moment before he turned around and walked quickly to the helicopter. Stephan saw how he stroke with one finger first under one eye, then under the other one. Stephan gazed back at the dead bodies for just a few seconds before he put his helmet back on and turned around to leave.

Berlin was lost, but some people were still fighting bitterly to the death in the city. It was only a matter of time before the last resistance would fall. Hamburg was almost lost too, the only reason why it didn’t fall into the hooves of the Solar Tyrant was because of the ships of the German Navy who did their best to keep the pegasi and chariots out of the harbor. All three frigate fleets had been ordered to hold open a path for the civilian ships to get as many people out as they can. Even containerships have to load the fleeing population instead the cargo they wanted to load. Between them are smaller boats, sailors or with the engines of those who have their own means of transport out of the city.

It was the final order: Retread and take as many with you as you can. Germany, his home will fall. The giant dome of energy will swallow it, bit by bit. And there is nothing he can do against it.

He was almost in the chopper as he heard a female voice screaming, “WAIT! PLEASE, TAKE ME WITH YOU!”

Could it be? Another survivor? He turned, and what he saw stunned him.

Translations:

EGB; Erweiterte Grundbefähigungen = Advanced capabilities, familiar with the US Army Rangers
-Jawohl = Affirmative, Yes, sir/ma’am

Vorgesetzter = Superior

KSK, Kommando Spezialkräfte = Special Forces Command

SEK-M, Sondereinsatzkommando-Marine = Familiar with Special Weapons And Tactics, but for maritime and Para operations.
-Oberstabsfeldwebel = Sergeant Major
-Hauptfeldwebel = First Sergeant
-Hauptgefreiter = Airman first class (Air force), Private first class (Army), Seaman (Navy)

Oberstabsgefreiter = Corporal (Army and Air force), Petty officer third class (Navy)