Conversion Bureau: St George

by kryxel


episode 6 part 3 three meetings and a party

"'Taint fair! Jus ‘cus we stowed away in Rarity’s belongings doesn’t mean we should be confined to the daycare center! We ain’t foals no more," Applebloom grumbled. Her mood had taken a nosedive when she had been rudely awoken by a very cross Applejack, after which the three of them were confined to the aforementioned daycare center. For the last hour or so she had been pacing in a circle, slowly wearing down the carpet of the room.

"Applebloom, it is only until our sisters get the rooms set up. Then we will be confined there," Sweetie Belle said while idly bouncing a ball against the wall.

"Why are you two complaining, this place is the best! No schoolwork, all the time cartoons, and nap and snacktime!" Scootaloo said as she drank a juicebox of apple juice (From real Equestrian apples, the package claimed.)

"Scoots... are ya sure you are feeling okay?" Applebloom asked, her eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"Yeah, I am. Why?" Scootaloo asked.

"Well, normally you would be complaining about being stuck in such a foalish place. How do we know you are not one of those creepy changelings?" Sweetie Belle asked.

Scootaloo chuckled. “Don’t worry. I am the real deal. Potatoes, cupcakes, factory. The password we agreed to. I am fine with this because I picked up an interesting tidbit: Rainbow runs this daycare!”

“What?!” “No way!” Sweetie Belle and Applebloom said in chorus, failing to notice the Unicorn that entered the room through the door behind them.

“Way! It says so right outside the door. ‘Daycare. Pony in charge: Rainbow.’ Who else than the coolest, fastest Pegasus in Equestria could it be!?”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but Ambassador Rainbow Dash is not on the roster, my dear Pegasus.”

Finally snapping out of her daydreams, Scootaloo took notice of the pink Unicorn that had been standing behind her for the last minute or so. She raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Who are you anyway?”

The Unicorn gave a kind smile. “I am Rainbow Spring. I run the daycare here. And I’m sorry to say, but I don’t have any speed records to my name, I’m afraid.”

Scootaloo froze for a moment. "That can’t be. I’m sure it would be Rainbow Dash!"

Spring’s smile turned apologetic. “I’m sorry, but... Scootaloo, I’m your caretaker now. Search the roster, you’ll know it to be true.”

For but a moment, Scootaloo was silent. Then she unleashed an anguished cry that could have been heard three states over.
NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
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Three meetings and a party
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While Scootaloo was facing the loss of her expected time with her idol, Twilight and Dave had moved over to a small room for the previously negotiated debate. While Twilight had looked forward to having a more civilized discussion with the people opposing the conversion movement, the “discussion” so far had consisted of both parties sitting across from each other in silence. Twilight had learned during her early years in Canterlot to let others speak first, while Dave had learned over the years that most political battles were won by letting your opponent make the first move. As a result, neither of them had said anything since they had sat down, nearly ten minutes ago.

Finally, Twilight decided to break the ice first. “So... you wanted to discuss a proposal for Equestria with me?”

Dave cleared his throat, and started to speak. "Do you know what is so special about Utah, miss Sparkle? Now, I don’t just mean the big touristic attractions, but one specific thing, near Promontory Point."

Twilight perked up, eager to share the knowledge she gathered about the human world. "OH! I know what you’re talking about! The joining of the country wide railroad, complete with-"

"No, not that. Well, sort of. We are special Mrs. Sparkle, for Thiokol," Dave interrupted.

"Thiokol? As in, the chemical company Thiokol?" Twilight asked. "I am not sure what you mean."

"While Thiokol did start out as a simple chemical plant, nowadays Thiokol means Space travel. We all know that Celestia will gain the planet. And while that is a rather sad state of affairs, my branch of the HLF wants to look forward. What we would like to negotiate with Equestria, is for the Thiokol building in promontory to be protected from conversion, until the engines for a new FTL spaceship are finished and delivered to cape Canaveral."

Twilight’s grin had grown since Dave had started talking, and now bordered on creepy. "You guys have Space travel? As in, genuine travel beyond the atmosphere?"

"yes, we have. We even put men on the moon." Dave said, getting a little uncomfortable from Twilight’s increasingly manic expression.

"OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH!" Twilight started. "That is so amazing! I mean, back in Equestria, while flight is commonplace, there has only ever been one being on the moon! And forget about deep space exploration!"

Dave flinched from the sudden verbal assault, but quickly gathered his wits. "So, our request to the Princesses of Equestria is, that they do everything in her power to hold back the barrier until the project is completed. Once the ark is loaded and launched, when humanity will survive in one form or another, she can do whatever she wants with this planet."

"I will do what I can to convince Princess Celestia to support your endeavor." Twilight said and offered her hoof. “May this be a new beginning to human/Equestrian relations, so that one day mankind may find Equestria once more in peace.”
"And we shall have a way to combat magic poisoning by then hopefully," Dave said as he shook the offered appendage.

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Just outside the bureau, a meeting of a much less formal sort was taking place.
"How can he stand to even be in the presence of one of those... those THINGS!" a member of the HLF said as he paced in the trailer.
"Now darling, don’t be so dismissive of Dave’s brave sacrifice. After all, it will all be worth it when the pastor arrives and we can show those four-legged freaks what the HLF is truly capable of! We just need a little more time, time Dave is buying us," a female voice said from the bed.
"Besides, even if that fails we still have plan B. Something none of those abominations could ever think of. Heck, I’m sure none of those traitors would think of it either," said a third, strangely familiar voice.
"You’re right. They’ll never suspect the bomb. Where the hell did you get a Nuke anyway?" said the first voice.
"Oh, you’d be surprised what you can find on the black market," the man said, smiling and leaning back into the shadows. “Now, prepare for the attack. Today we will reclaim the Earth, as it was our God-given right!”


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While these private meetings were being held, the party had started without a hitch.
HLF stiffly intermingling with ponies, children playing with foals, Pegasi giving rides to whoever asked (and wasn’t too heavy to lift,) everything was going as well as it possibly could.

Over to the side of the field in front of the bureau, Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash were having a bit of fun together as well. "Flap those wings, come on, Scoots!" Rainbow said as Scootaloo closed her eyes and furiously pumped her tiny wings.

Dash had been training Scootaloo since before first contact with Earth, but her role as ambassador for Equestria left her without any time for those training sessions. As such, Dash had taken the rather unusual meeting between the two of them as an opportunity to cram in a few more flying lessons.
Dash argued that the harsh training counted as a punishment, while Scootaloo couldn’t believe her luck at getting to hang out with Rainbow Dash AND getting a training regimen that would get her flying much faster.

"Okay squirt, open your eyes and look down," Dash said.

Scootaloo followed Dash's instructions and squealed for joy. "I DID IT!"

"Easy there pipsqueak. you are just hovering two inches off the ground. Now, let’s see if you can go for some altitude," Dash said while she ruffled the little filly’s mane.

Inside the Bureau, Pinkie and Surprise were finishing frosting the cake that the Cakes had pulled out of the oven. Applejack and Mrs. Cake were preparing apple pies together, while Twilight was reading a certain book with an image of hands holding an apple on the cover. She was also holding a checklist, titled “unrealistic romance novel tropes.” Hardly any of the boxes had been left unchecked, and she was only halfway through the book.

Fluttershy was sitting next to Rainbow Spring. Fluttershy kept an eye on the happily playing Cake twins, while Spring was playing with Silver.

Rarity sat across from the (human) Doctor, her eyes intense as she stared across the 8X8, grid patterned board. She moved her remaining rook. "Check."

"Ooh... Are you sure you want to do that? Quite a bold move," The Doctor said, twiddling his thumbs.

"Yes, I am sure. From there, I will have you checkmate in three moves. So falls the Doctor," Rarity said with a smirk.

"Oh, okay then... I guess I better do this," the Doctor said as he slid a pawn up one more space, landing the piece on the last row and promoting it to a queen. "Check and mate."

"B-but, I ...what?" Rarity stammered as she scanned the board for any way out.

While Rarity was looking for a way out, Octavia trotted up to the pair of them and turned her attention to the Doctor. "I just got a call from Doctor Whooves. He says he will be running late. The Dalek was... well, running."

"Okay. Thank you, Octavia," the Doctor said before turning back to Rarity. "Best out of three?"

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Nutmeg was Angry. no, Angry is what would happen if someone stepped on your toes, or read your diary to your crush. No, to call her Angry right now would be an insult to all capital-A Anger.

The short, brown haired female rubbed her forehead and turned her attention to her partner-in-crime/idiot ally. "Remind me please. Why are we here when we only just got into the PER? The others told us to stay and guard the base," she said to the tall blonde in the pink dress.

"Because Nutmeg, they went off to the HLF base to leave a little surprise for them when they return. However! They failed to take the arrival of the ambassadors into account, so it is up to us to save them from those nasty HLF-ruffians, " the blonde man said, turning to face Nutmeg.

"Ginger, be reasonable. The Bureau has guns, guards, not to mention the rumors about the tank they were hiding. And I’m sure the HLF has just as much. What CAN we do?”

The blonde giggles. "Oh Nutmeg, Nutmeg, Nutmeg. You forget, we have the element of surprise! No one will suspect a thing in these disguises. Be honest, do I even look like a man at all in this?"

Nutmeg facepalmed. "No. And that is completely beside the point. Point is, we have nothing! No weapons, no allies, I bet you don’t even have a plan!"

"Well, I’m sure this will scare them to death!" Ginger cheerfully said, holding up two vials. One was filled with a purple liquid, while the other one held a red liquid.

"Sure... hang on, where did you get those?" Nutmeg said, mostly surprised at the fact that her partner had anything resembling a plan in the first place.

"I commandeered them for an idea, an idea to get Team Rumpguard their first ponifications. The plan is simple: we splash their leader. When things start going haywire, we will sneak up on the leaders and ponify them before they even know what is going on," Ginger said with a proud smile on his face as he placed the vials back in his purse.

"I have so many questions right now. For starters, why was one red?" Nutmeg asked, since she had only ever heard of the potions being purple.

"Well, I think it is just a new flavor. I took a sniff, and it smelled like cherries. Now, where can we see the HLF the best if things turn sour..." Ginger said, standing beside Nutmeg and turning to look where she was.

"Never mind that, how drunk was the foal who-*bonk*" Nutmeg started, right as a dull thud interrupted her.
"Nutmeg, what w-*thud*"

Both Ginger and Nutmeg collapsed to the ground, as a tan colt trotted around them. He folded his wings back to his sides, and grabbed the purse containing the two vials before running over towards the blue police box beside the trailer.

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"Is it time?" one voice asked.
"Aye, it is brother. Light the fuse and lets let those devils know that god stands with mankind," the familiar man said as he prepared a small remote, ominously labled 'primary detonation.' "Shoot the sniper, before things go boom," the man said to the HLF's own marksman.
The marksman aimed, looked through the scope, turned the safety off... and fired.
Terrence dropped like a lead balloon right in front of Victorious Shield.
Time seemed to slow down for Victorious.

He saw his friend fall, a spray of red coming from him.
He saw a flash of light, as the sun reflected off a rifle’s scope.
He dove for cover, hitting the button for the alarm on the way down.

The wails of the alarm sounded but once, before the explosions drowned out all other noise.
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Ray10k here.
Another chapter, and it seems that the excrement has collided with the rotary air dispersal unit.
Will Terrence survive? Will team Rumpguard become relevant? Will the Doctor ever get his hooves?

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You tell me, I just do the editing ;-)
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Kryxel here. i can in fact say one thing with absolute certainty..
team rumpgard will not be appearing further in this fanfic.
if you want to know the story behind them (with possible spoilers) just message me.
as for the rest... only Time will tell.