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// Diplomatic Immunity 
// Story: Can you smell the heated air? 
// by TheKon2000 
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  The explosion could be heard as the 6 stallions enter the base.  Caliga knew his brethren had fallen, and he felt sorry, but it was for the greater good.

Konner's perspective

The light dissipated from around him.  Steam emanated from the void around his body.  The elements of harmony were just strong enough to effect him, but not much.  He had been slid back 2-3 yards.  "Diplomatic immunity bitches!" I yelled at them as I made my escape, straight into the night guard.  There's that feeling again.  There were at least 100 bat pony females here in-front and many more in the air.  Semi truck evolved into yacht.  Elements behind me or bat mares in-front of me, hmm.  Neither, I choose you mediocre parcore skills!  With a hop and a skip and jump up a wall, I was once again running for my life.

1/2 hour later

"OH GOD MY SPLINE!"

4 hours later

I walk into the hideout, bruised and burned.  The guys whip around ready to fight only for their jaws to make a clink sound as they leveled with the floor.  "Hey guys, how's it going." I say before the beating I endured finally got the better of me.

The next day (yes, fuck you, we're rolling with it.)

"So, the night guards here as well, eh?" Spark asked.
"Yeah," I answered "why?"
"Why? WHY, they're the most adept mares at finding stallions, there's no way we will get out of this now!" Enigma shouted, his pupils mere pinpricks, as he started to tremble with fear.
"Well, shit." I say.
"Looks like we aren't going to be able to do this peacefully, huh?" Caliga said, knowing the answer.  He had lived it himself.  That was the year that the stallions stopped coming here.  The more guys there were in the same place, the better they could find him.  They had found and busted in around 200 years ago, right after the bat ponies were accepted into society.  They served for night guard for Celestia and as locators for themselves and mares in heat.  And he kept track of how many there were, knowing that if the need arose, this place would have to be battle ready.  There were around 10,000 of them altogether, 5% of the pony population.  There were turrets around loaded with tranques.  "It's alright, this place has got some defenses I'll show you around."

Defenses

20 turrets loaded with 2000 darts each.  120 darts a minute.  A large prison for keeping the mares locked up.  Locking doors, hallways loaded with sleeping gas.  And if need be, an EMP (estrused mare protection) bunker.