//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: The Conversion Bureau: Bone // by Da Bunnana King //------------------------------// The Conversion Bureau: Bone By Da Bunnana King Prologue === I walked down the alleyway dragging the kicking pony to the base for it to be... processed. Many thought the Human Liberation Front were a bunch of right wing hicks that went around killing for the fun of it. No we were more than that, we were ridding the world of the pony scum that had invaded us. We were a shining beacon of humanity's survival in what was in this dying world, that ponies had dared to set a hoof on. Even as I dragged the miserable pile of bone and flesh we had our top scientist developing a way to get into Equestria, and take the fight to their doorstep. I neared the back entrance to the base and I could smell the rotting flesh of the mass grave we had to drop the bodies in. They didn’t deserve graves, graves were for humans, animals die and stay on the ground where the vultures pick their corpse clean. I could hear her muffled sobs begin to emanate from the duct tape I had placed over her muzzle. I knew it was a mare because of the pink coat and mane and her whiny high pitched voice. She also had one of those butt tattoos of three balloons, Two Blue flanking a yellow in the center, slightly higher. Urrrgg, I hated the way she kept on babbling and babbling on about everything she saw. I was just glad I had duct tape to shut that babbling trap of hers. I walked up to the very solid iron door and punched the code of 1337 into the keypad which caused the large iron bolts behind the three inch thick iron to begin to grind open. Once I heard the heavy bolts click against the inner part of the door’s locking system I pushed the door open with my weight and that’s when the stench of death, flesh and the often smell of fecal matter. I dragged the pony along the ground as I the cells I passed the ponies covered, but I found a relatively empty cell that was only populated by a lone human prisoner, in a pair of dark navy blue fatigues. He had short dark blond hair and blue eyes on a face that had been ravaged by war with the various scars he had accumulated and on his right arm he had a tattoo of a knife being suspended on a parachute inside of a circle with the motto of, ‘A little high and a little too low, but I always go in by HALO.’ I opened up the cell and threw the pony inside and she cried as her skull hit the wall, I let out a chuckle as the human traitor went over to her to comfort her. He whispered something in her ear and her coat almost seemed to lighten up from its dull grey pink to a bright pink it was when I hit her with the stock of my rifle. I was tempted to shoot him in the arm for even helping the animal to a sitting position, but I sneered at him. “So, what makes you think you're in control here?” the human prisoner asked in his deep Australian voice. “What do you mean, you stupid pony loving fag,” I said as I wondered what game he was trying to play with my head. “What makes you think I won’t get out?” he said as he began to attempt to toy with my head. “Shut up,” I said as I entered the cell and hit him with the butt of my rifle. His face hit the back of the stony cell wall as the pony when to help him up, she only received the same treatment. “Now stay in here while we ready the noose for your execution pony fag,” I said as I closed the door behind me, and it locked when it hit the other side of the cell’s iron frame. I turned around and exited the prison as ponies cowered in the corner as I passed, I love the power I hold over them. === I entered the small guard station where I had stayed most of my day, waiting for something to happen. I would only go out if I felt like it but they told me to capture one of the pony ambassadors because of my military background. I leaned back on my chair and watched the monitors for any activity, not that there would be any. Nothing ever happened let alone the executions and people bringing ponies to collect the hundred dollar bounty the HLF offered. I picked up my rifle and looked over it. It was an M4 Carbine with a shortened barrel and a Wild Cat 3.5X magnification sight. It had seen me through thick and thin, like that time I was stuck in a gas station fighting off the Royal Guard when we attempted to kidnap one of their ambassadors. We ended up having to retreat because of a breakdown in communication and the lack of training we received. Something about the comm relay turning to cheese, or so goes the story. Most of us HLF soldiers were only told how to point and shoot and learn by shooting at ponies most of the day. We aren’t prepared for proper combat. I was, but thats because I was in the Marines 1st Recon Division. I pushed the pins out of the the rifles lower receiver and the gun split in two, revealing the barrel and the gas system of the rifle. I began to remove the various parts to clean it with the tools I had scattered around the room. Time flew by as I lubricated the blowback bolt and removed the built-up carbon from the barrel with the cleaning rod. I took the now immaculate parts that I had removed from the rifle and placed them back in with great care. I put time and effort into that rifle and it paid me back by never jamming and always being dead on accurate every single shot. I felt the walls of the base shake as bits of the concrete from the ceiling fell. I quickly finished putting the rifle back together, and I cycled the bolt several times to make sure it was ready. I then placed the metal magazine into the rifle and pulled the bolt back, as I jumped out of my chair to make sure the prisoners hadn’t escaped. === I bounded down the hallway past my friends and fellow soldiers in the HLF as they moved to their battle stations. All I could think was to make sure that none of the prisoners would escape. I had a gut feeling that the human and pink pony were involved in this. I entered the long corridor that held the vile, four-legged scum. It made my skin crawl thinking of how they could throw off their notion of humanity and become an animal on all fours. I strode slowly down the corridor checking the corners, to make sure there were two or three prisoners in each, but as as rounded the last cell it was open. It sent a shiver down my spine as a human prisoner was rumored to be SAS was lost. That and my retirement fund had gone, as they both had a nice price tag for their capture. I raised my rifle and began to scan the only exit from the cell block as my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. I tightened my grip on the rifle and began to move towards the door, making sure that he wasn’t hiding in the back cells. I saw a shadow move from one cell to the next. I gripped it the rifle harder as I approached it. I poked my head into cell and looked for any movement, but failed to notice the fist that collided with my face. I stumbled back and hit the cell behind me as the man leaped out from the cell to punch me once again. I rolled over to the side which made his arm go through the iron bars, and into the cell. I hit him with the stock of my rifle but he ignored it and only responded with a boot to my chest which sent me flying onto my back. He walked over to me, pulled my rifle from my hands and delivered a blow to my face. I plunged into a sea of darkness. === I felt like I had been hit by a train and my head felt even worse. I rolled onto my chest and began to push myself up to my feet. I could see that all the cell doors were open and there was neither hide nor hair left of my prisoners. “Shit,” I swore as I felt blood trickling down the side of my head, I felt my head become lighter and I knew that I should see the medic. I stumbled around towards the exit and felt the walls of the complex rumble. It felt like I was in a warzone and I was left behind by my squad. I could barely keep my head straight as my vision blurred from time to time and my gut felt like it was going to relieve itself of it contents. I continued down the concrete corridors that made up the subterranean base which I called home and a fort where humanity staged its assault on the pony menace. I rounded the corner where the R&D department was stationed but rubble was blocking my way from the exit from the base. There was another way out but it was through the R&D department, and I hated the men in there with a fiery passion. Not because I hated because they were nerds, but the way they acted. They were always high on themselves, thinking that they were the main driving force of the HLF and thought the grunts were just cannon fodder. If it wasn’t for us ‘grunts’ they would be swiming in the ponification serum. === I walked through the lab that held various beakers of potion and what seemed to be a clear potion. Rumor said that it could change anything into a human, but it was dangerous. It was why we needed many pony prisoners. I felt another explosion that shook the whole entire facility and knocked me off my feet. I knew that this base was built to be shockwave resistance but it seemed that they lied about it because the ground vibrated constantly. “Jesus H Christ, what the fuck is going on?” I questioned myself as I pushed myself up with the help of a table. I continued to limp towards an exit that was close to the cryogenics department where we were seeing if we could freeze ourselves and colonize mars or some other hospitable planet. The room froze due to the cold air and the ceiling looked weak from the constant - *rumble* === “Come on, come on,” I begged as I flicked the steel on my lighter. I could see the sparks hitting the stream of gas that came from my small lighter. Then the moment I was praying for happened, the small flame had finally come forth from the lighter to light up my tomb. Large stones encased me and even then they looked weak. It was a small confined space, not even enough for me to even roll over. I couldn’t believe my luck, stuck in here only to die slowly. Even though I had a sidearm it was buried somewhere in the rubble, that was if I had legs. I couldn’t feel them but I could see the outline of them on my green fatigues. The pants themselves were tattered and slowly becoming red. I’m not sure how much time I had left but I knew that the end of the road was near. I lied back down on the rubbled that encased me and I felt cold. I could feel a liquid seeping into my tomb, and it was cold to the touch. It was a blue that almost looked like it emanated light from it and it stained when I touch it. “What the fuck?” I asked as I could begin to smell grape. Was the PER attacking and pumping a new serum or was it some sort of endorphins that my body was realising because I was dying? I couldn’t tell what was what but it was getting cold and I my eyelids were heavy. I tried fighting the urge to close my eyes but I felt weak, and my fingers grew cold along with everything else. I closed my eyes and fell into the peaceful abyss of darkness. === Author’s Notes: I promise I’ll finish this story. Editor’s Notes: You will? *makes travel plans to be away forever*