"So we found another L4 engagement? A pony?! Seriously? That has got to be the weirdest thing I ever heard," said a soldier, staring down at the small, pink mass of fur in front of him.
"It's kinda cute. I don't see how this thing took so much effort to get. We lost an entire squad because of it!" said another soldier with multiple injuries.
"Get it back to main headquarters. We'll deal with it then," said the obviously in-command soldier, just now getting off a call.
"Sir? What do you mean by we'll deal with it then? Aren't we supposed to execute this thing here?" asked the first soldier.
"Not this one. D.C. Al Fine thinks it'll be useful if we can force its' loyalty to be ours. So take it to the Evac location," responded the commander, beginning to walk towards a hastily-made helipad.
"So, she's finally realizing some of them are useful, huh?" said the first soldier to the second.
"Looks like it," responded the second soldier.
As the pony was dragged to the helicopter, a dark shadow seemed to rush by, although noone saw it.
Oh... My head... Where am I now...?
Relax, Pinkie. You're safe with me.
M-Mena? And the humans are here, too?
Yeah. Sorry that I can't exactly be seen right now. According to that one guy who let me manifest, I have to kill to do so safely.
O-Oh... Mena, just please don't lose all your sanity this time...
I'll try not to. And to let you and the humans know, we're currently in a GOC base. It's one of the organizations that I need to take down for you to be safe.
GOC? Wait, that's that one group that wants to kill us! But why did they bring us here?
Plot convenience, maybe? I dunno. I don't care, either. All that matters is that they die and you're safe.
How do you plan on doing that, I can't even see in here!
So that's what you wanted to do, hm? Too bad that won't be happening.
Ah, light! Owie...
...
Uh Oh...
Pinkie Pie found herself in a room filled with people. Many of them had weaponry out and ready. None of them looked friendly.
In a chair across the room, there sat a human woman that seemed to be European in nationality. Nonetheless, the woman simply smiled coldly at Pinkie.
"Now, whatever you are, I would like to congratulate you on being the first parathreat that hasn't been executed right away. We have some use for you, it seems," she said, motioning to a guard. "Inject the microchip now."
The guard approached with what looked like a syringe, and Pinkie started panicking.
"W-What are you gonna do to me!" she cried out as the guard came closer.
The woman simply ignored Pinkie's worries, choosing instead to conversate calmly with the soldier next to her.
"Such an interesting specimen... I would think this one has multiple personality disorder. Perhaps Bipolar Disorder as well. Make sure you note that down," she said, tapping her chin.
"Yes, Ma'am," replied the soldier, retrieving a pen and a strange-looking form.
"It also seems useful for break-ins, espionage, even combat... We struck gold with this one. It would be a shame to execute it without making use of it for a few years, wouldn't it?" she chuckled.
As the guard came closer, Pinkie attempted to shrink away, to no avail. The syringe penetrated her neck. She went stock-still.
After a few moments, she turned to the woman.
"Well? What do you want me to do?" Pinkie giggled.
The woman smiled, her eyes gleaming.
"Whatever we tell you to do."
Mena watched this, her heart breaking when she saw her sister change.
"You monsters... I'll kill every single one of you..." She said quietly, her eyes tearing up.
"I'll save you, sis... I promise... But right now, you'd probably kick my plot all the way to Saddle Arabia if I tried attacking that human. That's what she'd make you do, anyway..." She murmured.
She looked out the portal to your world.
"We're in this together. Let's take this facility out from the bottom up. For Pinkie."