Alternate Spectrum Aftermath: The Conversion Bureau’s End

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After learning about the horrifying other reality where ponies were forcibly transforming humans, Celestia decided that enough was enough.  She gathered the allied forces of the neighboring kingdoms in her realm.  Then without hesitation, she freed Discord and asked him to send them all to this other world to put an end to its hegemony.  Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), he accepted her request.  With a resounding snap, every pony, buffalo, gryphon, dragon, changeling, zebra, and any other sentient life form that was willing and able were taken away in a white light.  Donning the golden armor of a form that she addressed herself as Daymare Sol, Celestia led her forces against the tyrannical empire that the other sun alicorn had created.

We will rise up, we will fight, and we will BRING. YOU. DOWN!

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After a rather gruesome war in which nobody hoped to replicate ever again…

Celestia was on her side.  She wasn’t bleeding.  That was ridiculous.  The ruler of all ponykind didn’t bleed.  That red stuff running down her side was iron-rich rain water.  That had to be what it was.

She also hadn’t just lost to a very convincing double of herself in nightmarish armor.  Though, she did cough.  She would admit that.  Even powerful rulers like her caught colds sometimes.  This was nothing.

“I brought… this world… Harmony,” she breathed shallowly, “I gave… humanity… a chance… to save itself.”

She looked again at her horn.  It most certainly wasn’t broken.  That was just a trick of the dark overcast skies.  It gave her so much of a headache that concentrating her healing magic wasn’t helping.

“Is that so wrong?” she asked.

“Even in defeat, you still don’t get it.”

Hoof steps approached.  She glanced over at the source of the voice.  Anger burned her eyes at what she saw.

“I was saving lives,” she started.

“You were murdering souls,” interrupted the intruder.

“I gave them a chance to experience Harmony,” she continued.  A hoof stomp right on the ground in front of her face interrupted her.

“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times,” stated the alicorn in gold armor, “Do not throw that word around so lightly.”

Celestia coughed again.  She really needed to get rid of that cold.  More iron-rich rain water appeared on the ground in front of her mouth.

“What you’ve done has nothing in common with Harmony,” ridiculed the other alicorn, “What you’ve done is forcibly taken away the lives of another sentient race.  You focused solely on their worst qualities without giving them a chance to let their best qualities shine.”

“The barrier…” she whispered.

“Yeah, I was meaning to ask you about that before you started blasting spells,” the other one interrupted, “Did you honestly care about the humans’ safety?  I mean did you really care?  If you did, you should have focused your magical resources on stopping that barrier’s expansion.  What on the entire planet of Equus made you think that it was easier to waste such a significant portion of time on creating a magic potion that rewrites the genetic code?  Why couldn’t you have focused that time first and foremost on that extraordinary barrier?”

“I… that’s not…” Celestia stammered.

“Not what?” spat the other, “Constructive to the number of your potential subjects?  No, I suppose it isn’t.  But that shouldn’t matter!  Your job as a Princess should be to maintain the peace.  But no, instead you decided to create tension and heartaches among another species that you just couldn’t fit into your ‘perfect little world’.”

“I offered simultaneous family ponyfication,” she responded.

“I don’t know who you are,” said the other slightly softer than before, “But the name ‘Celestia’ hardly suits one as horribly corrupt and Tartarus-driven as you.”

Celestia laughed up some more iron-rich water, “What?  You think it suits you?  You let your anger drive you to come to a world that hates your face.  You surrendered yourself to the Nightmare.  You called on the help of a draconequus.  If I’m so horribly corrupt, what does that make you?”

The other one closed her eyes and sighed, “I’m not perfect.  I never claimed I was.  In fact, I welcome the times where my council members find fault with my ideas and openly counter them.  The point, however, is that I’m willing to try to hold the peace with all of my neighbors.  Not just my subjects of ponykind, but every single man, woman, and child that considers me an ally, friend, acquaintance, or stranger.  I’ll even try to maintain peace with my enemies if I can help it.”

“Great job there,” commented Celestia while rolling her eyes.

“You, I find to be a rather incorrigible thing,” the other said with a dark glare, “I’ve even heard of the extreme measures you take when dealing with the new converts that happen to be alicorns.”

“They threatened my power,” Celestia said bluntly.

“They were children,” corrected the other, “They were scared and confused and you hunted them like an overgrown timberwolf.”

“One day, you’ll understand,” scoffed the resting alicorn.

“No,” retorted the other, “I don’t think I will.  If achieving a state of understanding requires me to become the kind of monster that you are, then I’d rather not understand.”

Golden armor clanked with the ground as the other alicorn started walking away.

“What? Aren’t you going to finish the job you started?” called Celestia.  This seemed to stop the other one briefly.

“I’m no murderer,” answered Daymare Sol, “I don’t intend to become one today.”

“You’ve come all this way and yet you still cower before me,” chuckled the clearly-not-bleeding one.

A set of blue horseshoes attached to a set of black hooves stomped in.  They led up to a pony whose horn was crackling like lightning.

“I’m afraid I can’t speak for my sister,” called out the pony in golden armor, “She never listens to what I tell her to do.”

The last sound Celestia never heard was a single flap of wings.

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Daymare Sol appeared in a quick burst of light as she flew over a base camp.  She landed with what sounded like heavy feet.  This earned a gasp from one of the changeling recruits.

“General Sol!” he acknowledged.

The addressed alicorn lifted a hoof and removed her helmet.  She gave her head a slow shake as her multi-colored mane flapped in the wind.

“How goes the progress?” she asked curtly.

“Squad C-9 has been chipping away.  They’ve already made some large dents along the uppermost surface of the barrier,” he reported, “Their force alone could possibly weaken it within the course of approximately thirty minutes.”

Celestia the General Sol nodded in understanding, “Good.  It’s almost time then.  Radio Squads U-1 and U-2.  Tell them to get in position.”

“Understood,” he responded.  As he turned to follow his orders, he stopped as she called him again.

“Forty-Two!”

He turned around before replying, “Yes?”

“Thank you,” she said with a smile.

The taste of gratitude almost made private Forty-Two cry.  Instead of crying, however, he lifted his right hoof in a salute.

“Sir!” he called before turning around and continuing on his way.

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The captain of Squad U-1 stood ready with his formation of unicorns.

“Aim!” he called.

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Meanwhile the captain of Squad U-2 was also calling the shots of her group.

“Charge!” she hollered.

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The headsets on various units echoed their respective captain’s last orders.

“FIRE!”

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As Shining Armor and Twilight Sparkle’s voices echoed, the hundreds of unicorns poured out their continuous streams of magic.  Additionally, all six of the other world’s Elements of Harmony sent forth their magic.  Never before had this particular planet Earth seen so many working together at such an inconceivable action.

The previously expanding barrier began to shatter and collapse.

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Mercurio looked at the resulting vapors getting carried away by the wind.

“Beautiful,” he smirked.

“It is, isn’t it?” agreed the still mostly armored Celestia.

Immediately, the man’s smile left his face as he turned to look at her with distrust.

“Don’t think this changes anything between you and me,” he warned, “I’ll never forgive you.”

“I’m not asking you to,” she pointed out gently.

“I’m still convinced that you’re going to become her one day,” he stated, “And when you do, I’ll personally cut your ****ing head off.”

“You’ll have to get in line,” she said with a small smile, “If I myself ever become so corrupt, there are plenty of sentient beings in my world that would be more than happy to kill me.”

Mercurio just stared blankly for a while.  Then out of nowhere, he started chuckling.  It soon erupted into a whole-hearted laugh.  Celestia couldn’t control her own fit of giggles.  They laughed for at least a minute.

“Well,” she finally interjected, “It’s time for us to go home.”

“Bye, b***h!” he hollered.

“Sayonara, sociopath!” she shouted as she flew away.

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“It is time for us to depart, Discord,” declared Luna dressed with all of her armor except her helmet.

“Aw, already?” Discord sounded hurt, “I feel like we just got here.  Why don’t we take in the sights?  Hang around for a bit?  Ride a daiquiri while drinking a cruise ship?”

Luna’s response was a silent, deadpan stare.

“Oh, fine,” he relented before hinting, “But can I at least…?”

“Very well,” she sighed.

“Ha ha, yes!” he exclaimed before snapping his fingers.  He then started snapping in a bit more rapid succession, like some kind of fast-paced rhythm.  Each snap sent one of the creatures of Equus back to their home world.

~Disco-o-o-o-o-o-ord!~

The white lights flashed and took completely random ponies, buffalo, dragons, zebras, gryphons, and all the other sentient creatures of Equus.

~Discord

Are we your pray alone?

Or are we just a stepping stone for taking back the throne?

Discord

We won’t take it anymore

So take your tyranny away

Disco-o-o-o-o-o-ord!~

After the last of the other world’s creatures was sent back, he too flashed away.  But first, his laugh echoed across Earth’s northern hemisphere.

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