The Red Sun Rises: Voyages

by The Atlantean


"Diplomatic Immunity"

Robinson and Celestia stood in a helicopter, riding it down to the location of the hit. They were both worried that hull integrity of the area would be too damaged. Along with them rode the DCA, having the same concerns.

“Don't worry, admiral.” the DCA shouted over the noise of the helicopter engine. “It doesn't look too bad out here. We can patch it up before the day is out. As for the inside, you can expect that to be repaired in a day or two. But if my assessment of your move is correct, you want the outer hull repaired before anything else. With your permission, I'll recruit damage teams from the other ships to assist in repairs.”

Robinson nodded. “Go ahead. I want this hole patched before 1600 hours.” he replied, also shouting over the noise. “What do you think, Princess?”

“That'd be my first move if I were in your position. If need be, I can hold a magical barrier around the fleet, preventing anyone from reaching us.” She too was yelling so the other two could hear her.

“Then it’s settled.” Robinson ordered the pilot to fly back up to the Flight Deck, and they soon stepped of the copter onto the carrier.
Once in her quarters, Celestial cast her spell, surrounding the Reagan Task Force with an impenetrable shield of Equestrian magic. Once up, it took minimal effort to keep it going, so she was able to walk to the Bridge. On the way, she decided to stop at the mess hall. It was uncrowded, as the normal lunchtime wasn’t to start for another ten minutes. She received her lunch and sat down.

Amber walked in, singing to herself. Celestial strained slightly to hear, and could’ve sworn the woman mentioned Everfree. Listening closer, she could discern the lyrics.

“Will you be lost by time or be part of history?
Will your story be told or remain a mystery?
Will they sing your song, telling all that you have done?
Time to make your choice, only you can be the one.
Ahhh-ohhh, oh, wah-ah-oh, as you join in the legend of Everfree!
Hey!
Ahhh-ohhh, oh, wah-ah-oh, as you join in the legend of Everfree!
Hey! Hey! Hey!”

She continued to sing as she got her meal and sat down across from Celestia. The princess asked what she was singing, and the response was, “Legend of Everfree. From the movie.”

“What?”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot you have no idea what I’m talking about. Equestria Girls: Legend of Everfree, the fourth movie in the series. Takes place across the mirror portal.”

The princess immediately recognized the mention of the portal she let her former pupil keep in the castle outside Ponyville. It was a powerful artifact, from the olden days when Celestia and Luna didn’t listen to Starswirl the Bearded too well. She smiled as she remembered the adventures she had as a teenage mare, going through the portal and running into her alternate self. It was such a funny moment, looking back on it. They had even swapped places once or twice for an hour or two, swapping back before anypony really had a clue as to what the hell was going on.

“What about the portal?”

“Sunset, Sci-Twi, the Mane 5, Canterlot High, the works. That was a pretty interesting series, and I want another, but they’re working on a different movie.”

“What? Sunset Shimmer?”

“Yeah. A few of my brony friends say she is one hot girl, and I honestly don’t blame them.” Amber continued to tell Celestia about the fandom for the rest of lunch.

The next hour, the two stood on the Flight Deck as a Russian helicopter landed in front of them. While they were at lunch, the Russian commander had radioed Robinson to call for a ceasefire, and Celestia had advised the admiral to let her try diplomacy. Robinson agreed, but had ordered security personnel to take aim at the enemy in case they tried something stupid. Not that it was necessary. Celestia planned on taking many precautions.

The Russian representative stepped onto the deck as his helicopter’s engines wound down. He had that air of superiority about him, with his head high and the obvious nobility in his eyes. There was almost no chance of dealing peacefully with this guy, and Amber knew it.

“Princess, this asshole is not going to accept anything but our total surrender. I can see it on his face.”

“I must try nonetheless, Commander.” But the princess did have her doubts.

The Russian had multiple medals dangling on his uniform. They were in perfect order and everything. Each one was well kept, polished, and shinier than the midday sun was bright. The glare was almost more than the Princess of the Sun could handle.

“Sir, welcome to USS Ronald Reagan. I hope that we may come to a peaceful agreement.” Celestia started negotiations.

“Before I came to your pitiful fleet, I familiarized myself with this world a small amount. You are a princess of a far-off land, and although I'd rather speak with your father, a king, you will suffice.”

Amber growled. “You obviously didn't do enough research, sir.” She spat out the word with more contempt than antibronies. “Princess Celestia is the eldest ruler of Equestria. You would be wise to respect that.”

“And you would wise to respect me, woman. I have received more honors in my career than you could ever imagine.”

Celestia broke it up before Amber could respond, suggesting that they head to the table she set up at the snap of her fingers. The two enemies scowled at each other, then sat down.

“As representative of the Reagan Task Force, I ask that you stand down and leave us be. If you do not comply, we will destroy your forces.” Celestia started.

“You are not an American. Therefore, you do not have the authority to threaten me so. And I'll be completely honest; the only thing that America really has is sexy women. Which I plan on having. Before they forced you into this war, which you have no business partaking in, your ideals were probably among the best. The Americans have warped your view to match theirs.”

“We have done no such thing! Why you cowardly piece of shit, all you want is to see my ass! Shows how much of an asshole you really are!” Amber yelled.

“Once Russia is victorious, you will be a fine prize of the President! Nothing will stand in Russia's way, least of all an incompetent woman!”

“CUT IT OUT!” Celestia shouted. “Both of you! Can we please get through five minutes of relative peace so that this might end?”

“Fine.” Neither human was very thrilled with following her orders. They still scowled at each other, but kept their mouths shut about it.

“Thank you.” She looked sternly at the Russian. “Your unconditional surrender would save the lives of many.”

“As I have previously stated, Russia will never surrender. It is you who must give up and acknowledge us as your superiors.”

Amber suddenly stood up and punched the Russian’s face with all the force she could put into it. She shook her hand from brief pain and sat back down. The Russian, having believed that diplomatic immunity would protect him, cursed loudly, clearly shocked. Celestia had a similar reaction, almost flat-out screaming at her comrade. Meanwhile, the Russian rubbed his newly broken nose with a handkerchief, wiping off the blood that slowly flowed from his wounds.

“Imbecile! Consider negotiations over. Your pitiful fleet will soon see the might of your superiors.” He stood up and strode to the helicopter, nose sticking up like a ‘Kick Me’ sign on his back. The Russian left the American ship, and flew back to base.

Diplomacy had failed.