The Day After

It was a busy morning in the United Wingdom. It was a Monday - young ones had school to attend and the adults had work to get to. Perhaps the busiest place in this entire land was right in the middle of its capital. In a large, dark, metal tower barely touching the sky, an utterly important meeting was taking place on the top floor. The Chairman of the Communistic government was sitting in a worn leather chair at one end of an oval table made of polished maple wood. Eleven seats surrounded the table - five along each side and one at the other end. Each seat was taken up by some important government official. The Chairman breathed a long sigh before speaking.

"I think it's time we put our 'secret' to use." he spoke. "Equestria, whether knowingly or unknowingly, has been a pain to us since this Communist party was established. As I'm sure you all know, so many pony officials have tried freeing people from this land, calling us a "danger" to our own civilization and even threatening to go to war with us if we don't transform our government into a democracy or monarchy."

Many of the griffon officials at the table nodded, most likely having flashbacks or memories of personal letters sent by Celestia herself addressing the issue of a Communistic country bordering her lands. The Chairman squeezed a cup of coffee with his claws in front of him, took a long sip, and set it back onto the table.

"With the captain of the royal guard married to one of the princesses," the Chairman continued, "he'll be bound to invade this country if she demands it. Before disaster strikes, we must strike first... with disaster."

The Chairman clutched a remote on the table and tapped a red button. The lights in the meeting room dimmed and a guard standing at the doors proceeded to close all the curtains in the room. A projector hanging from the ceiling turned on and shined an image onto the plain white wall behind the Chairman. The Chairman thrusted his feet, sliding his wheeled leather office chair across the tiled floor towards the windows to provide a better view for his company. The image presented the letter and numbers "u-235" on a blank white page. The Chairman tapped another button on his remote, and yet another, and another. The slideshow was showing clear images of uranium and gravity bomb diagrams.

The other griffons in the presentation room began to nod slowly, getting the picture. One of the griffons, wearing a small black bowtie, raised his claw in the air. The Chairman stopped cycling through the slides and looked at him. The rest of the room turned his way in unison with the Chairman.

"Permission to speak, sir?" the griffon slowly spoke nervously. The Chairman nodded.  "Okay, um, well... this must mean that we're going to use...  atomic weapons on the ponies? That will kill hundreds of thousands of innocent beings. Shouldn't we focus on their government?"

"No," spoke the Chairman. "We need to send a message and get Equestria off our backs. Attacking their perfect little monarchy will only make them retaliate. If we attack their citizens and they retaliate, we'll only keep attacking!" he finished with a raised voice. He pressed his remote once again, revealing the last slide of the presentation. It was a diagram and explanation of how the griffons will deliver each bomb - it required an airplane used by creatures without wings with an openable bay for dropping the weapon. The officials around the table all nodded and began to gather their things, knowing what they must do.

"One last thing," the Chairman said. The griffons looked at him. "I want the bombs underway to Equestria by tomorrow afternoon. Get to work."

With that, the Chairman turned off the projector and told the griffon guards to open the shades back up. He still sat while the room was fully empty, thinking hard to himself about the operation. He decided he should get all of his tasks done today and prepare for tomorrow.

Tomorrow was a big day.