2013 UTC, 16th September, 1986
The Marriot Hotel,
Geneva,
Switzerland
Gorbachev stood up in the damaged hotel room, completely groggy and disoriented from the blast. One of his guards stood up, carrying a AKS-74 Carbine. Alarms were blaring in the room and the sprinkler system was activated. The debris that was once a penthouse suite was now in ruins as the occupants that were now standing up tried to find their way out.
In the doorway a black unicorn stood. His horn lit up, attempting to attack the surviving humans. As the magic from his horn started to suppress down the hall towards the men, a guard leaned out from his cover, pulled the trigger and fired two rounds at the unicorn who fell backwards into a pool of his own blood. The guards proceeded to help Gorbachev out of the building.
2034 UTC, 12:34 PST, September 18th, 1986
Golden Gate Park,
San Francisco, California
United States of America
"Make love, not war!"
The incredibly cliche protest tagline was shouted over the roar of the already loud protesters in the park. Sergeant Howard Johnson, of the San Francisco Police Department, sat in his Black and White Impala, in a parking lot not far from the heart of the protest. The protest, like many others around the world, was about the ponies. Was the world really that
screwed up? Dropping everything because a bunch of colorful ponies appear in the ocean?
Unfortunately for him, not everyone agreed with him. Especially not the notoriously liberal residents of San Francisco. The people protesting, were to 'give the ponies a chance', which in reality meant giving up. That's what they wanted; a different way of life. As was the way with most that lived in San Francisco. They wanted a simple solution. It was easier. And that was one of the greatest flaws with people, an easy solution, even with side effects, is often taken over one more complicated.
As the officer moped about the problems with his species, a grenade of sorts hit the window of a fellow officer's car, he got a brief glimpse of it, enough to see the purple fluid inside of it, before it detonated and filled the entire cab with purple. Howard got out of his car and rushed to pull his colleague out of his car, opening the passenger-side door. Purple fluid spilled out, causing Howard to jump, finally realizing what it was. He rushed away, knowing that his friend was done for. He reached back into his car and began broadcasting a simple message: "We have an officer down, I repeat we have an officer down. With a 245 in progress. We need back up at Golden Gate Park ASAP."
A dispatcher quickly replied, "I am going to notify S.W.A.T., they should be there soon, out."
Howard acknowledged and put the radio handset back on the dashboard, turning around, with his service revolver drawn. His former friend, now a blue pegasus, was right in front of him, trying to tell him the benefits on ponification. The officer replied by telling him to fuck off.
The pegasus began bawling as he swore. The officer backed away slowly and got back in his cruiser, turning the light bar on top of the cab on. He used the loudspeaker on the hood of the car to get the crowd's attention. "This is the Police. Cease caus-".
His speech was cut short by the same end that was met by his colleague in the car next to his. And he didn't even know it at all.
2113 UTC, September 18th, 1986
USS Saipan,
45 Miles from the Barrier
The Pacific Ocean
The 19" TV in the mess hall painted an accurate view of the events transpiring in San Francisco, giving the Marines an idea of what was going on. A Force Recon Marine, Corporal Nathan Jacks, put a hand over his eyes. So this is what the world is coming to these days, he thought to himself as the program went on as the SFPD S.W.A.T. Team was fighting those putting up resistance, identifying themselves as PER.
Nathan didn't like this- all this shit was going way too fast. He had already been told they couldn't get into Equestria- they had some type of force field. But they would have to figure something out. Too much was at stake not to. There would be a battle soon. It was a solider's intuition. The 'calm' before the storm, but this wasn't calm at all- it rarely was. Escalation of warfare isn't random, it never has been and never will be, but that didn't matter- what mattered was when the battle would begin.
2213 UTC, 18th September , 1986
The American Sector,
West Berlin,
The Federalist Republic of Germany
Specialist John Richardson pulled a cigarette from the breast pocket of his camouflage fatigues. He put the cigarette in his mouth as he pulled a Zippo lighter from another pocket and lit it up. The solider was leaning against a tree in a park he didn't know the name of yet, and looked at his watch. He had 17 minutes left of his patrol. He was bored. Berlin was quite a boring place, so he had learned in the two weeks he had spent there already. He looked forward and saw he was lagging behind his team quite a bit, seeing the flashlights on the barrels of their rifles ahead of him.
John jogged to catch up with them as he saw his friends hit the ground, their rifles dropping to the floor quickly. The men did not stand back up. Suddenly, he realized his cigarette had just saved his life. He pointed his M16 at the trees near his team mates. Pressed the transmit button on his radio, and began speaking quietly, "Command, priority transmission, this is Papa 3-4, Command, come in."
"Go ahead, Papa 3-4."
"Command, Papa 3-1, 3-2 and 3-3 are down. I repeat, I am all alone out here. I need immediate back up. I don't have eyes on any hostiles."
"Roger, we're sending a Little Bird and two squads. Hang tight, 3-4."
"Thank you, Command."
Richardson didn't wait for a reply he moved his rifle towards a bush that he heard something in. Rather than risk his own death, he pulled the trigger. He heard a gasping scream as the rounds hit their mark. He moved closer. Something else moved in the darkness. He pointed his rifle at it. A man holding a water gun. Nothing but a simple, plastic yellow and green, probably five dollar water gun. "Who the hell are you," he said, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" He brought the sights of his rifle to his eyes.
The unidentified man with the summer time backyard toy pointed it at the American, who quickly reacted by firing a burst of 5.56 right into his chest. Eliciting a yelp from an unidentified source. The Specialist pointed his weapon towards where he thought it came from and, sure enough, he had his M16 pointed straight at a crying pink pegasus.
Wait, what the fuck?
455 UTC, September 19th, 1986
Canterlot Castle,
Canterlot,
Equestria
The Elements of Harmony, Princess Celestia's best and brightest, were gathered before her, as she told them her plan.
"I don't know if that's really..." Fluttershy trailed off.
"They can't do anything on their own, we need to help them."
Fluttershy was far too nervous to argue, even though she knew it was wrong. But, she couldn't let her friends down. So she simply sighed and let them go on with it. The magical energy of the Elements of Harmony was used to expand the barrier.