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// The Great and General 
// Story: Friendship is Equal to or Greater than Magic 
// by Fanon Canon 
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The purple unicorn slowed her gallop down to a trot. She may have gotten a little carried away back there, a little hasty and absent minded, but she reckoned Spike had got the message. He was a smart dragon as of late, and didn't need her doting on him, dictating him anymore then she already had.


Now that she had time to think, what exactly was she here to do again. Ah to see the princess of course, but between her and the palace, she wouldn't mind trying her hoof at that conservation business her lite dragon assistant had become so very adept at as of late. So off she went to see if she could get the hang of this little talking game. She wasn't really the mare to partake in this sort of activity, but if there was to be wisdom involved that would make her wise then that was something she could endure for now.


Of course the particular fellow unicorn she ran into with the light blue coat and silvery mane was somepony Twilight simply couldn't endure. Clashing heads and horns, the duo made brief attempts to apologise before properly recognising each other and their tones turned to wrath pretty quickly.


"Is this a dream?" Twilight pleaded hopefully, wishing to be anywhere else but facing this mare.


"If it is, could you wake up, because its sickening for you to be dreaming of me." Trixie replied.


Oh Trixie. What had Twilight gotten herself into now, even with whatever effect this spell would have over her nemesis, it was hardly going to be an improvement. Taking a moment to take in her appearance, there was definitely something different about her. Her signature purple witch hat and cape were instead replaced by a white shirt with a black tie under and dark navy green jacket decorated with... medals? What had she been up to in the days since being a lowly show pony doing tricks to substitute for proper magic.


"What have you been up to Lulamoon?" Twilight asked upon taking her in.


"How you know that?" Trixie snapped back with suspicion.


"Quick background check spell." Twilight replied hasty.


"There's no such thing!" Trixie was quick to add.


"You would know, would you." Twilight added not a moment later.


"Hmmph." Trixie grumbled to herself. "Anyway, it's Trixidson now."


"Trixidson?" Twilight parroted back in disbelief.


"That's right." Trixie replied before clearing her throat. "Ahem, General van Trixidson of the One Hundred Percent Bona Fide Equestrian Army."


"Umm." Twilight said, completely baffled by her speech, but regaining her voice soon after. "Equestria has an army?" 


"Of course it does." Trixie barked back. "And, in addition to acting as General of the Western branch, I am also acting as Chief Advisor to the Emergency President Elected on Short Notice."


"Equestria has a President?" Twilight back in utter bewilderment.


"Well." Trixie replied, faltering a little. "Not yet, but when such an emergency arises, one can be sure that one certain mare or colt be elected, then I will occupy the illustrious position as Chief Advisor, and judging from recent developments, a particular crisis may not be too far away."


Twilight got the impression that Trixie probably wasn't supposed to say that, but pride too the best of her and she simply couldn't resist rubbing Twilight's snout in it.


"Okay then." She replied. "What kind of crisis we talking here."


Trixie was all the more delighted to enlighten her. "Only one of the upmost national security." She recited proudly. "One that may very well allow our beloved ponyland to bare itself vulnerable to invasion by those wretched... Greycoats."


She uttered that last word with bitter loathing, though Twilight was oblivious to any indication as to why.


"All righty then." She replied. "Now if you don't mind."


"General van Trixidson has other more important affairs anyway." The General stated before trotting off at a slight march.


Damn, she had come along way, Twilight thought to herself. She could feel the creeping if jealousy store within her. But then again, she was doing some important business herself, so she could still attempt to make herself feel, why, maybe even her little spell was somewhat responsible for the illustrious position Trixie found herself in.


But what exactly would that lead to...