The royal guard galloped down the halls of the castle in Canterlot, searching for the library. Left hall, two doors down. Yes, she is here!
"P-Princess Twilight..."
"Yes?" Twilight responded, moving her gaze from the book to the guard.
"There are visitors... er... important visitors... They have requested your presence."
"Where?" Twilight asked, noting the anxiety in the guard's voice.
"In the throne room. Now, time is of the essence."
"Why? Who is it?"
"They are, erm... things. I-It doesn't matter, we have to go."
"Okay..." Why in the world can't he tell me who the visitors are?
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"How is the metadimensional portal holding?"
"It is stable, for now. The operatives have about half an hour to plant the anchor before we lose the power to maintain their exit."
"Alright," the first replied as he picked up what looked to be a walkie-talkie on steroids.
"Have you planted the metadimensional anchor yet?"
"No, we have been spotted and taken to the castle by the royal guard, and are now waiting for the attendance of Princess Twilight Sparkle," the device replied.
"Grrrrr.... You have half an hour."
"Yes sir."
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As Twilight opened the doors to the throne room, she was met by the presence of two strange beings wearing masks with smug, devious looks on them, as well as dark trench coats.
"So you were found inside castle grounds, and the guards brought you here... Did you come from the mirror in the Crystal Empire? It should have been moons before it opened again..."
"No, we are from elsewhere. It is not important that you know who we are, for we are Anonymous. We simply came here to plant this research device," the first figure said as he produced a metal cube from his pocket.
"Research, you say?" The princess was clearly curious.
"Yes, is there an open room in which we could place this?"
"I guess we could put it in the storage area of the castle..."
"Excellent! Lead the way."
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The bulky walkie-talkie once again spoke, saying, "We have placed the anchor in the Canterlot Castle storage area."
"Excellent," the man on the other end of the device applauded through the mask obscuring his face, then turning to speak to another masked person, the one operating the portal system.
"Reroute the portal to the metadimensional anchor."
"Rerouting to the MDA, sir."
"Yes. Perfect."
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The two masked men spoke into a device, then the box zapped them both with a light, and they were gone.
"There is another dimension besides the one through the mirror. I am going to have to tell Celestia and Luna once they return from their business in the Crystal Empire," Twilight spoke as she stared at the box. The guard nodded.
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The two masked men were now standing in the the underground lab that the other two had been manning the portal from.
"Brony empowerment anchor set," the first operative stated.
"Yes, what is the next fandom on the list?" the coordinator inquired.
"Um, sir?" The second operative spoke up.
"What?"
"Why even set up an anchor for a fandom as dumb as the Bronies?"
"The New Order must be equal to all the fandoms, even the ones like the Bronies and Furries."
"I wish it wasn't this way. Isn't treating those dumb horse lovers breaking the third rule? You remember the war-"
"Yes, I remember," the coordinator cut him off, "but as soon as some territorial establishment takes place, when the masses gather, that is when we remind our enemies of the third rule: Anonymous never forgives."