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Entry 1, date: August eleventh, 2145
The Wehrmacht’s mission has reached success. We have located a planet fit for colonization. But this isn’t all we’ve found; in fact, we have made a remarkable discovery. It turns out The *zzzzzzzt* were right. There are, in fact, other forms of sentient life on other planets. However, I doubt even The *zzzzzzzt* ever anticipated what we’ve found. The sentient beings we encountered bear an uncanny resemblance to Earth’s equine species. Not only were these creatures fully capable of speech, they also had literary system, monarchist economy and small military force.
But there’s something else we’ve found, something that is more than likely in the general interest of The *zzzzzzzt*. It seems that a variant of these equines, claiming to be unicorns, have a natural ability to manipulate fields, as ludicrous as it sounds. We assumed it was some form of telekinesis at first. Although, studying its properties further said differently; teleportation, illusion, transformation and materialization just to name a few of its forms. But the most intriguing form was one we witnessed a soldier of theirs use: a weaponized beam of light. This could be the answer to the *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt* Project’s sufficient power component issue.
But we have a slight problem. The two monarchs appeared to have had access to a copious amount of this ‘magic’, as it has been called by the natives. Unfortunately, both of their horns, obviously being the outlet of this energy have been destroyed; the first shot off by a soldier in self defense, the other’s horn was removed by order of the fuehrer. We’ve tried to run tests on the fragments, but it seems that without bodies they are merely dead bone. I doubt we’ll ever find a test subject capable of harnessing power of that magnitude again.
This has been Doctor *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt*, end entry.
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-5 Years later-
Twilight awoke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. Using her magic, she lifted it off the nightstand and shut it off. She sat up from her bed, getting a good stretch before stepping on to the floor. She walked to the bed at other side of the room, where Spike was sleeping. Spike had grown a lot since the Nazis first arrived; he was now fourteen years old. He had about three inches on twilight now, and had developed a slim build. Plus, though not big enough to fly, his wings had grown out, and his once-stubby snout had become more beak-like. Twilight smiled as the teen dragon stirred his sleep. Leaning downward, she nuzzled spike on the forehead.
“Rise and shine, Spike.” She cooed. Spike turned over, biting his lip.
“……….Sauerkraut…sandwich.” he murmured in his sleep.
“Spike, wake up.” Twilight said, her patience waning.
“More schnaps for me please.” He mumbled again.
Twilight’s horn illuminated, as one side of Spike’s bed lifted from the ground. Abruptly, she let go and the side fell to the floor, hitting it with a: *thump*.
“Gah!” Spike yelped, jerking awake.
“Hurry up and get dressed, we’ll be late.” Twilight said as she walked toward the dresser.
“Ugh, Twilight, we have a good hour and half.” Spike griped as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
“Exactly Spike; ONLY an hour and a half.” Twilight said as she pulled out one of the drawers.
Since the arrival of the Nazis, Equestrian ponies had been forced to adopt the concept of nudity being a taboo. Therefore, ponies were forced to wear clothing in public. At first, there was some resistance to the new law, but within a few months wearing clothing was widely accepted by ponies; it even made carousel boutique much more successful.
Twilight removed a blouse and jacket from the drawer and proceeded to put them on. She couldn’t imagine what it was like for ponies to have to put clothes on without magic, she found it difficult to put clothes on WITH magic. After she managed to get them on, she turned around and saw that spike was leaning against the foot of the bed; thumping his foot impatiently. Spike sure was lucky to have those hands of his. Spike was wearing a pair of dress pants, a white dress-shirt and a vest; a sight that made Twilight giggle.
“What’s so funny?” spike asked. Twilight just laughed, stepping closer to him and patting him on the chest with her hoof.
“Oh spike, you look so cute when you wear that.” Twilight giggled. Spike frowned as his brow furrowed.
“I’m only wearing it ‘cause Rarity made it for me.” He grumbled. Twilight laughed.
“Well that was very thoughtful of you, come on, let’s get going.” She said as she put her saddle bag on and walked to the door, Spike following her. She opened the door and walked down the hall of the apartment-building. They no-longer lived in the library; in fact, nopony lived where they worked anymore. Within a year of the Nazi’s established control over Equestria, it had been acknowledged that living and working in the same building was a sufficient way to house enemies of the state. As a result, Equestrians were to live in small apartment flats.
Twilight and spike made their way down stairs. Twilight stopped next to the row of mail lockers, levitating her key from her bag and unlocking hers. Disappointed to find only one item inside, she took it out to read. It was a flier.
Schützen Sie Ihre Nation! Melden Sie alle Zeichen der kommunistischen Invasoren Ihrem lokalen SS Offizier!
{Protect your nation! Report any signs of the communist invaders to your local SS officer!}
“Ugh. This is the third time this week,” Twilight groaned as she balled it up and tossed it into a nearby waste bin. Within three months of the arrival of German citizens, it became very apparent that the Nazis despised these “Communists”. Nazi propaganda posters were plastered all over the towns of Equestria. A visit for an SS officer became a weekly routine.
Twilight had even received a few German children’s books about communists as a mandatory addition to the library. Citizens were thoroughly encouraged to report anyone that SMELLED like a communist. After all, 2,000 marks was a very convincing reward.
But the most freighting part of all this persistent effort of purging communists was that ponies were actually beginning to form similar opinions of the communists. Even worse, some ponies actually began openly supporting the Nazi party; she had even heard a few ponies from former Stalliongrad talking about starting a petition for equine citizens to join any division of the Wehrmacht. It burned her up inside. How could they even trust the same people that invaded their country, murdered Princess Celestia, and forced their lifestyles upon them, let alone support them? How could they be so dense?
Of course, everypony distrusted and despised them at first, but the Nazis proved not only to be good at covering up their messes, but also to be good at lying. Within a month, the Wehrmacht released a statement claiming that Celestia had attacked them and they simply acted in self defense.
Everypony was thought it was a blatant lie at first, but the Nazis were able to provide footage from the helmet cameras of the soldiers that had entered with the diplomat and Wehrmacht officials. The footage showed the diplomat negotiating with Celestia, trying to alter her decision. And then they showed Celestia going berserk, with a least twenty different angles of footage.
In addition, they had a professor from the University of Canterlot say that Celestia had been suffering from an illness caused by exposure to Chrysalis’s magical energy, and had a few guards say that they had seen her acting strangely. What really got on Twilight’s nerves was the fact that the Nazis had even denied killing her, saying the guards misunderstood what they saw. They claimed to have had actually sedated her, sent her to a sanatorium to be treated. And EVERYPONY believed them.
“Hey, Twilight, you okay?”
Twilight suddenly realized she had been day dreaming. She looked to see Spike staring at her with a worried expression. Not wanting to trouble spike with her problems, she simply smiled and said “Oh, it’s nothing; let’s go.”
With that, she opened the door and stepped outside. They were met with a cool morning breeze and the usual sounds of Ponyville’s streets; the clamoring of ponies, as they walked along the sidewalk; the newspaper vendor, shouting the headline of the latest addition of Der Equestrische Kurier; the buzz of jeeps, patrolling the street; and the hum of Nazi striders, sailing over them.
“Bitte weisen Sie sich aus.” A voice said behind them. Twilight turned around to see an officer.
“Ja.” Twilight deadpanned as she removed her ID from her saddle bag. These random stops by officers we’re beginning to really annoy her. It wasn’t really the fact that she was being stopped, after all everyone did, but it was that she being stopped so frequently. She could have sworn it was because she was a unicorn. The state had some heavy suspicions of unicorns’ since the day of their arrival. The German Führer had even attempted to pass a law that stated that unicorn citizens were to have their horns removed, and all unicorns born thereafter would have theirs removed as well. Thankfully, Luna was able to vouch for the unicorn population, and several others of the Reich’s officials convinced him otherwise, and the bill was shelved. After an ID conformation, they were sent on their way.
In five minutes time they had reached Sugarcube Corner, which was very busy this time of day. Sugarcube Corner had begun to sell more than the usual cakes and pastries; it now sold scones, biscuits and even coffee. Sugarcube Corner had also become a frequent stop for ponies working early mornings, pegesi especially. Ever since the Nazis brought their machines to Equestria, the machines gave off a lot of pollutant gases. Because of this, pegesi had to clear the pollution away every morning. Such, of course, was a tiring job; so pegesi often stopped by for coffee in the morning.
Twilight and spike entered the bakery, greeted with the sight of a long line of ponies, waiting for their orders.
Just then, a familiar pink mare popped up from behind the counter.
“Hellooooooooooo Twilight!”
“Good morning Pinkie.”
“What’ll it be?”
“We’ll just have the usual today.”
“Okie dokie lokie!”
Pinkie Pie had quickly adapted to the large increase in business revenue. Pinkie would ask customers for their orders as they walked through the door. Thanks to her experience (and impossible speed) this system was very effective. So effective, that they were at the counter within a minute.
“Here ya go, two scones, a bagel and a cup of coffee!”
Just then, the door chimed, collecting everypony’s attention. A rainbow maned, cyan Pegasus stepped inside, a bleary expression across her face.
“Hiya Dashie! The usual?”
“Yes, and make it a double!”
“Coming right up!”
“Another rough morning, Dash?” Twilight asked.
“Rough doesn’t even begin to describe it. That stupid military air show yesterday put so much crud in the air!”
The Nazis were extremely fond of air shows, military parades, and other events that they used to flaunt their military superiority, to the expense of pegesi on weather duty. Rainbow Dash was tasked with weather duty every other day.
“Erg! I’m sick of these stupid Nazis and their stupid air shows with their stupid airships giving off their stupid pollution and their stupid, stupid, stupid-!”
“SHHHHHH!” a mare hissed as she pointed at the window “There’s an SS officer standing right outside!”
There was a collective gasp as everypony jerked their heads toward the shop window. Sure enough, standing at the street corner, was an SS officer, facing toward the street. He was sporting the usual black overcoat and high-crowned hat. He was holding a clipboard, of which he appeared to be reading over. After a few moments, he picked up a briefcase at his side and walked away.
The shop patrons, however, did not breathe a sigh of relief; they instead quickly dispersed the bakery. For all they know, the officer could have overheard the whole thing, and was now heading off to collect a horde of Gestapo. Though complaining about the government wasn’t really something an SS officer had time to concern himself about, the paranoid ponies didn’t want to take any chances.
“Uhhhhhhh….. I’d better go.” Dash quipped as she flew out the door. In a few mere seconds, Sugarcube Corner was empty, leaving Pinkie, Twilight, Spike and the Cakes alone.
“Awwwwwww.” Pinkie pouted, “Not again.” she headed to the back room, hanging her head as she did so. Twilight then felt a tugging at her jacket. Looking for the source she saw spike, who looked nervous.
“Uhh, Twi? Could we get out of here? I really don’t want to get questioned again.”
Since that was reasonable (after all, they had gotten what they came in for) Twilight obliged, and the left for the library.