Memory of the Empire All Chapters (MTL)

- War is not worth it

 

I regain consciousness

In the slumbering days and months, darkness obscures everything ...... We have no way of knowing if that represents eternity.

 

Chapter 1

 

Ever since that disaster, the sky has been a perpetual dirt yellow. The plants, the animals, were long dead. This includes the Tree of Harmony.

 

They have left us nothing to live on ...... except fear.

 

Every day, every moment was a storm with gales and yellow sand ...... The weather was tolerable on a good day, the wind wasn't too strong, and we could see each other's haggard faces from it. But whenever the wind is raging, the situation can become frightening.

 

In severe cases, a face mask will not help. The only way to survive outdoors is to wear an oxygen mask, or a respirator.

 

Oxygen masks are very expensive, and respirators aren't cheap either.

 

There are hardly any minerals left in the ground because the ore resources have already been plundered by them. Mining for minerals is a needle in a haystack job.

 

Every month, ponies dying from dust storms will forever overwhelm the morgue.

 

They, for their part, have ruined everything for us.

 

The central city of Canterlot is in ruins. Appleloosa was designated as a radiation surveillance zone many years ago to prevent contamination from leaking out into an ecosystem already on the verge of collapse.

 

Ponyville ...... Not many ponies remember that place. The wielders of the Elements of Harmony all disappeared in that disaster - even the two former princesses.

 

The ruins of Manehattan have been cleared away in favor of a compact industrial zone. The quarantine zone for the population was constructed on the site of the Crystal Empire, and the perimeter wall was rebuilt to protect it from some of the dust and pollution.

 

Cloudsdale was also rebuilt after the war. It had been struck by what they called a "nuclear bomb" during the disaster. The wreckage crashed into the hillside below it, long since devastated by heat and radiation.

 

The rest of the country is a vast wasteland.

 

Yes, the rest of the country, gone without a trace.

 

The ponies that survived were all moved to the quarantine zone of the Crystal Empire, becoming the only remaining remnants of civilization.

 

"Ahem ...... "This fragmented home made her cough weakly a few times after reflecting on the current state of her entire country. Or was it due to the psychological effects of the whistling sound of the sandstorm outside the house. She simply looked at the report that was suspended in the air by magic and sighed.

 

Transfer of quarantine zone residents, packing of industrial supplies, project planning and preparations are complete; the space observatory has completed orbital data integration and upload; and engineering is checking for fuel, which is expected to be ready in three hours.

 

The condition of the Titaingana Ark is normal and the attitude adjustment has been completed; the A1 and A7 interfaces are slightly malfunctioning and are being repaired; they are expected to be fixed within 30 minutes; all primary and secondary crystallization engines are working normally and the reactor is ready for long-term power supply.

 

The launch is scheduled for 4:15 a.m. A total of 18 silos will be involved, requiring the launch of 10 docking vessels, all of which are now planned to be launched in unison.

 

Her plan, having waited almost half a century, was now about to be implemented.

 

"Salinas?" The door behind her was pushed open a crack and a soft call came in, "You're not going to sleep tonight either?"

 

I only get 20 hours of sleep a year." She replied dryly, "Sidaier, thank you for asking. My body can hold."

 

The door slid open completely. She was also an Alicorn, but she was younger than Salinas. "That report ......" she said as she made her way to the desk, the lamp on her writing desk illuminating her dark blue mane, and pale gold eyes.

 

"...... is a very brief overview of what's going on." She spoke with a little sadness as she came next to Salinas.

 

"Leaving our homeworld is a necessary thing." She flipped the first page of the report slowly to the back of the last page and said quietly, "We must retrieve the Elements of Harmony. Even if the trade-off is a journey of 620 light years away."

 

Sidaier set her right hoof on the backrest of her seat, her eyes focused on the report for a moment, but then looked away. "A vast universe, an ocean of entropy ...... is this really all worth it?" She couldn't help but ask.

 

Salinas was silent for a short moment and answered, "They're the ones that took away the Elements of Harmony. I'm certain that they have the Elements."

 

"What do you mean..." Sidaier looked at Salinas again - even though she already knew the answer in her mind!

 

"We have to take them back." Salinas spoke one word at a time, her eyes leaving the report to look out the storm-whipped window, "We've learned too many bitter lessons from our kindness."

 

There was a glint in her eyes, perhaps tears.

 

Chapter 2

 

The gates of the Poly-City closed little by little.

 

The scarred heavy van was being pulled by an armored car and drove into the street of the gathering city with difficulty. Those ragged beggars consciously gave way, holding various water bottles and other containers in their hands, squinting their eyes, looking at the armored car glowing with the heat under the dazzling sun, cursing something under their breath.

 

The days on earth are as usual: hot, dirty, and barren.

 

Several infantrymen in white armor sat wearily on the armored vehicles and trucks, some drinking water and some smoking cigarettes. No one spoke, probably because of the loud engine noise of the armored vehicle.

 

Two of them were dressed in black and wore something like a mechanical exoskeleton on the outside of their clothes.

 

Although the shell of the armored vehicle is covered with dense bullet holes and scratches, you can still see a line of four characters: ISNA

 

Those letters could be found on the soldiers' clothes, on their weapons, and on their helmets.

 

"What a fucking wonderful day," said one of the soldiers in black.

 

The other, turning his head to look at him, made no sound.

 

The armored car left the dirt road with the van in tow and slowly drove into the lane leading to the city center. In fact, the so-called lane is only a relatively flat, gravel road with iron fences. In the foul air, the dust and gravel brought up by vehicles flying by is nothing.

 

"What do you think could be in the van? Headquarters is in such a hurry." The same man as before, disliked the one next to him with his elbow, "Ron, don't act like a mute."

 

"My name is Rohns, damn it." The man said in a raspy voice, "You better put the safety on your ion rifle before it goes off and burns your ass."

 

"Fuck, you really don't know what you're talking about." The man replied with a grin, scratching his hair with his hand, "I've never experienced what it feels like to be hit by an ion beam."

 

"Molin, sooner or later, your boy is going to get his head blown off." Rohns said, gazing ahead with both eyes.

 

Rohns was a strong Russian with a beard and arms covered with sweat and muscles. Only now, his right arm was bandaged and glistening with a trace of blood.

 

Molin didn't seem to pay any attention to his right arm that was shot. Of course, he didn't say anything to Molin's injured shoulder.

 

Molin had a steel nail in his left shoulder and pierced it through his back.

 

It's like a knight with an arrow in ancient times.

 

For that steel nail, Molin knew that it was a crude self-made weapon. He didn't pull out the steel nail because it was densely covered with pits-if it was pulled hard, it might be ripped out along with the flesh.

 

They sat calmly in the armored car, as if their day-to-day lives had never changed.

 

...All of this on the earth starts with the "ecological collapse" a few centuries ago.

 

At the end of the 21st century:

 

In order to obtain more clean energy with less damage to the environment, a global energy alliance called GCE came into view - the members of the alliance believed that mankind should turn its eyes away from Earth and that the universe might have what they were looking for.

 

That vision was spot on.

 

GCE quickly found a way to obtain energy on Europa-building a nuclear fusion power station on ice. In order to ensure the quality and cost of the mission, they used a miniaturized rocket and trained a group of genetically modified highly intelligent parrots as rocket pilots - because of the parrot's tiny size, each rocket could thus carry less supplies and more equipment than a conventional manned spacecraft. These human-communicating parrots have subsequently brought GCE huge revenues and an almost inexhaustible supply of energy.

 

Within a decade, GCE was among the largest energy associations in the world, with enough energy to supply half the planet for 1.2 years.

 

However, the major powers soon became dissatisfied and fearful of the GCE's monopolization of global energy. In response, a number of countries secretly launched military campaigns against GCE energy reserves, plunging a large area from Europe to North America into war for several years - just like the previous oil disputes in the Middle East.

 

In response to the world's strong-arm tactics, the GCE Global Coalition for Energy made the irrational decision to use its own genetically modified parrot technology to create an "army of parrots" that could rival the world's armies. This plan, which the GCE has dubbed "Operation Deception".

 

For this reason, GCE biologists have bred a batch of genetically modified high-IQ macaws, which have larger body size, higher IQ, and more lethal aggression than conventional genetically modified parrots.

 

Together with the weapon modules implanted in them by GCE, these parrots, known as "ghosts", move quickly and covertly, becoming extremely fearsome killing machines in the battlefield ... They are invincible and unbeatable, earning GCE an absolute international advantage and gradually deviating from their original goal.

 

Gradually, these parrots soaked in blood and killing all day, mission operations began to become unstable - coupled with GCE negligence in their management and control, fatal problems soon occurred:.

 

One of the parrots, awakened during a failed mission - they found themselves under the control of humans all along, being used as machines to do the work of humans and die for them.

 

As if in response to nature's call, they suddenly rebelled en masse, first blowing up the collection stations on Europa, and then beginning a massive assault on humans -

 

The 11-year-long "War of the Shadows" broke out.

 

To save humanity, the United Nations in its 10th year authorized the use of nuclear, biological and chemical weapons of destruction to protect civilians. Two years of total nuclear bombardment and bio-chemical cleansing led to a tragic victory for humanity. Lives were saved, but the entire Earth's ecosystem collapsed.

 

There were nearly 8 billion people on the planet at the time, and after the war, only 4.4 billion remained.

 

During the war, the GCE Global Coalition for Energy was dismantled.

 

The Earth's environment began to deteriorate: the surface suffered from massive pollution, and the atmosphere was severely overloaded with carbon dioxide and micro-particulate matter - all as a result of nuclear, biological and chemical weapons. Or rather, the consequences of GCE's "Operation Deception".

 

The above-mentioned is the massive collapse of the ecosystem.

 

With so many new technologies, it was not enough for mankind to live on the energy of the sun.

 

In addition, the level of human technology is regressing, people desperately need to find a new way of life to adapt to the harsh environment, energy scarcity of the era.

 

In order to fight against such an unsuitable ecological environment, human beings have adopted a large number of social groups-no longer based on the country as a unit, but on the continent as a unit. Asian cities, American cities, European cities, African cities...Each of these "mega cities" occupies at least several thousand square kilometers, and the city boundaries are built into the clouds, with wind-conducting, huge walls made of special materials, in order to completely isolate the outside environment. Some "megacities" also build defensive works to defend against those mutant creatures.

 

People call such "super castles" as "Poly-Cities".

 

As for the energy problem, many people proposed "retroism" - that is, no longer developing high-energy products for civilian use, and completely discontinue them, replacing them with simple equipment from decades ago. Although many people expressed their discontent at one point, no body responded to their *demonstrations.

 

But in addition, no country in the Poly-Cities would willingly restore its military power back to its old days - for reasons that I believe are clear to everyone.

 

So, human life has been set back a century. The only ones who continue to enjoy high technology are the soldiers in the army.

 

The world has lost its former home. The children born in this era are unfortunate. But this misfortune is also the price that mankind must pay - the price paid for reckless decisions. Only, this price is borne by people who should not have to bear it.

 

Rebuilding homes and regaining new energy sources became a global topic of conversation.

 

After the 22nd century.

 

The United Nations soon set up a department for the purpose of reviving human civilization - ISNA, known as the "Interplanetary Search Network Agency". This was a smaller UN research department, whose daily work consisted mainly of laboratory construction and scientific research. These researchers tried to use the resources of outer space to develop some useful technological products to help mankind under the conditions of harsh environment and material scarcity.

At that time, the progress of human science and technology was almost entirely dependent on ISNA's research work.

 

ISNA did not let anyone down. Under the direction of its first director, they worked on "alien materials" and provided a powerful development of human technology - until one day ISNA announced that they would establish a research station on a distant planet that harbored life and energy station, attempting to use the unique resources there to research space warp engines as a way to get all of humanity off of the ecologically hostile Earth - they called it, "Operation Dawn".

 

The world seemed to see hope - all governments were strongly in favor of ISNA's approach. In response to the public, the United Nations had to approve ISNA's project application - an interplanetary travel mission that would take hundreds of years, and would require several generations of human beings to survive the nuclear winter on Earth before the "dawn" that ISNA promised would come.

 

After a magnetically bound antimatter propulsion spacecraft called "Nonaar's Ark" embarked on its 826 years, 7 months, and 21 days sailing mission, ISNA will no longer disclose any news in this regard to the media. The topic of "alien technology" also disappeared from public view during that time. Everyone began to set their sights on the super cities on all continents under construction-Poly-City. Countless workers looked at the huge wall that was so high in the plan that it was almost impossible to complete, and they had to lament under the gray sky.

 

 

After an unknown number of centuries, the Poly-City on each continents have long been completed, and people's living standards have been fully restored many years ago.

 

Until suddenly one day, on a very normal Friday, ISNA made a low-key announcement to the media about Operation Dawn: they had succeeded. ISNA produced a drawing sent from 620 light years away - a complete Akuberi warp engine was clearly outlined on it. That day, humanity officially entered the era of sublight interstellar navigation. Almost one step away from the development of sublight spacecraft, humanity could finally be free from Earth and no longer subject to any constraints ......

 

Operation Dawn was the only thing that people remembered ISNA for, it signified hope. So much so that ISNA changed their logo to a top view of the Nonaar Ark on that day as well.

 

...... Even more so, any subsequent approvals ISNA presented to the United Nations is no longer binding. The United Nations considers that any act that prevents ISNA research projects is equivalent to crimes against humanity.

 

Soon after, ISNA developed a military missile system called GSDS. It was originally said that it was only used to assist cruise missiles to accurately strike terrorists, but in fact its function is far more than that-or rather, it was not developed for this purpose at all.

 

During the same period, a brain-controlled AI called "Jensen" went live in the ISNA central control system. This AI will assist Richard, the main director, in managing the entire ISNA - from global business matters to the exploitation of resources on Earth-like planets. However, there was a lot of confusion about the origin of the brain samples in the AI - and a lot of curiosity about the relationship between this "Jensen" and GSDS.

 

At once, doubts resurfaced from the mouths of national defense spokesmen.

 

"GSDS is currently only available for missile guidance." Richard Alauer, the second and current head of ISNA, held a press conference after ending his hibernation in the hibernation chamber, saying, "Just give us a few more years before its capabilities, its mission, are fully demonstrated."

 

Just 3.5 years later, indeed, as Richard said, ISNA made the existence of GSDS a breaking news story - they built a ring of defensive space stations in Earth's near-Earth orbit, a space station carrying hundreds of laser turrets and other classified weapons systems, and with a wide range of positional shields that could be switched to more powerful energy shields if necessary.

 

Who knows how ISNA managed to complete such a huge project in such a short period of time. But according to ISNA, such a dangerous space station is the vehicle that embodies the function of GSDS - GSDS is its unmanned control system.

 

The full name of the GSDS was also soon announced: Global Strategic Defense System.

 

One of the points that caught people's attention was: why would ISNA want to build a defense mechanism for the entire planet? Could there be an alien attack?

 

ISNA's answer was: just in case.

 

The answer was so chilling that there were protests among the masses: they needed to understand what ISNA was up to, because if ISNA was playing with fire, it would probably burn down all of humanity - just like the GCE Global Coalition for Energy did.

 

But the UN ignored it - because its priority is to revive human civilization, so what does it care what means are used? The civilians were just stunned ...... For this reason, the protesting masses were chased away by the guards with tear gas.

 

Soon, though, things got serious.

 

A group of organized extremists emerged in the Netherlands and quickly grew in size. These people consisted mainly of radicals who were strongly opposed to ISNA, and they posed a considerable threat to many countries that use ISNA products. After the group began attacking a number of countries, it acquired its own acronym: BOCE, which is pronounced "Boss ".

 

They attacked ISNA's research institutes in various countries and destroyed ISNA's assets in order to prevent ISNA from continuing its dangerous research on extraterrestrial technology. With one terrorist attack after another, they are becoming closer and closer to bandits with no sense of reason, under the banner of "protecting the future of humanity".

 

In order to maintain peace, the UN had no choice but to let ISNA out of its own hands and develop military products to sell to war-torn countries.

 

After separating from the UN, ISNA soon researched a large number of new concepts of strategic weapons and unmanned technological products, even subverting the way of warfare. Orders from major powers began to increase dramatically as many countries sought to counter the BOCE threat at home, allowing ISNA to begin to grow - and even, it began to build up its military forces.

 

 

ISNA recruited the best soldiers from the world's major military schools with ease. And, as its strength grew, ISNA began to divide its soldiers into categories: peacekeeping forces and commissioner forces. Peacekeepers, who carry white equipment, receive more rigorous and innovative training than ordinary soldiers, allowing them to use the ISNA's powerful weaponry. Commissioner units, on the other hand, are not usually troops - they are simply called "commissioners" and usually wear black clothing during missions. Because of their small numbers and the fact that they are trained in a single type of training - warfare, information, and engineering - they are not all soldiers. Therefore, these Commissioners are usually world-class talents. In fact, the technology level of both types of troops is very high, mainly because of the different levels of training.

 

Besides, these warmen composed of world talents can basically be regarded as the crystallization of ISNA technology-they are the most efficient war elites in the world. These commissioners have as many nanomechanical bugs in their bodies as blood cells, and are able to repair damaged organisms at any time, remove foreign poisons, and even modify organ functions, generate energy shields in the epidermis, suppress emotions, etc. The most important thing is that their spinal nerves are connected to an artificial intelligence unit implant called AIU, which is responsible for collecting commands from the brain and sending them to the nanomachine bugs inside the body or to external electronic systems - the port protruding from the back of the implant is the module connection port. In addition, the AIU has an internal remote connection to the GSDS system of Jensen - it is equivalent to the commissioners having two brains, one is their own; the other is a cloud platform that can share information with all ISNA assets.

 

Then, ISNA began to build military bases in those uninhabited areas to protect nearby cities and states.

 

As it grew in size and power, ISNA became the most powerful military force in the world - and the United Nations soon became one of the pawns in ISNA's global monopoly.

 

This is all so similar to the GCE Global Coalition for Energy

 

In order to avoid repeating the same mistakes-or media opinion, ISNA did not invest all its arms in the annihilation of BOCE, but focused on the arms business-due to the tight borders of countries and the chaotic public order in the wasteland world, the T series armed mechs produced by ISNA made a lot of money in all the major countries.

 

Turning back to the topic, the van had been delivered to a base of ISNA located in the northern part of Asia.

 

This base is General Pilander's territory, called Snow Arrow Squadron, or Snow Arrow Base. It was still slightly smaller than the Starburst base near the Sahara Desert. But it's big enough - it's built on the flat of a snow-capped mountain range and covers an area the size of four New York Central Parks.

 

Moreover, it contains two airport runways and a space launch silo.

 

The van was sent straight to the bio-lab in C-2 - I wonder what was inside that was so classified and of such interest to ISNA - which usually only sends commissioners on missions that are not allowed to fail.

 

Chapter 3

 

Now, Molin is sitting alone in one of the ordnance stations in the C-1 area.

 

But to be honest, he actually does not want to come to the ordnance station to stay, because it is often filled with the pungent smell of various kinds of ammunition, and sometimes the air conditioner was not turned on when dealing with dangerous energy weapons. That feeling is really beyond description.

 

For this reason, he was a bit reluctant to leave the medical station where he had gone to pull the nail out.

 

He came to the ordnance station mainly to return weapons and equipment - on the way he could chat with Lao Li - an old German man who speaks Chinese. Although the two of them were not really friends and had no previous friendship, they often chatted together or went to the shooting gallery to practice their guns on weekdays.

 

When it comes to Lao Li, Molin can't help but think of China.

 

He was "driven" abroad because of a storm. In fact, the country he went to was not the United States, but Germany. At that time, the pollution and wars in the region where Germany was located were relatively small.

 

Only later, in order to find a good way out, he chose to become a soldier - because in this era, the bullet that can kill is the way to survive. In fact, he made this choice mostly because of the death of his grandmother - a son of a bitch home invader who took her life.

 

His grandfather was working the night shift at a nuclear waste processing plant in the city, so he couldn't keep the laser rifle under the bed at home functioning.

 

There was nothing worth mentioning about Molin's childhood; he had suffered everything that was bound to happen to a child of this era. But then again, it seems that the things that got him on his way to such a glorious career as a soldier had a little something to do with his childhood -

 

His grandmother once told him that the pursuit of immortality in the fear of death is motivated by the instinct of life for material inheritance, the inner greed for the sense of possession of the world - all this is the source of suffering. This greed can be stopped only when the nature of the world is clearly perceived.

 

This passage had been imprinted on his mind for more than 10 years, and he did not fully understand the depth of its meaning. At least he thought that he needed to see clearly what this barren world really brought to people - so he chose to become a soldier - to see the bloodiest side of mankind every day, I guess the realization of that ideology was not hard.

 

He was starting to lose focus. Molin hastily dragged his thoughts back.

 

Fortunately today, the air conditioners and fans in this football field-sized armory are all on. He got up from the chair next to the door, punched his bandaged shoulder, gritted his teeth, and walked straight forward.

 

"Old Li!" He carried his ion rifle and came to the I-14 energy rifle store and shouted.

 

"Hey, wait a minute! Kid." A reply emerged from inside the door of the store, and then came the sound of clearing away the dinner plates.

 

Molin threw the ion rifle full of dirt and dust onto the table in front of the store, and also dumped the pistol on his waist, as well as the grenades and other things on his body and piled them all on that table.

 

"Fuck me a table of things again!" A short, fat, bald old man pushed open the door, chewing bread in his mouth, and holding a porcelain cup in his left hand-it was filled with potato goulash soup. He came to the table in two or three steps, wrinkled his face, put down the cup and wiped the sweat from his forehead, shaking his red shirt, and said: "You young people are really hard to serve. We never know how to classify and send weapons..."

 

"Old Li! Just a favor, as far as it goes." Molin's right hand propped up on the edge of the table, eyes glancing elsewhere, skimmed, "How are we doing lately?"

 

"What?" Lao Li's already wrinkled face frowned again, making his mouth widen a lot - and he looked even older.

 

"I asked how you've been doing lately." Molin looked at him and said, "Don't you boast that you're great at Chinese?"

 

"Hell, I know you spit out words like paste." Old Li gathered the weapons Molin threw on the table while muttering, "Fuck, do you know about the recent incident in the south of the city?"

 

Molin raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, then looked away, and said, "Of course I know. Didn't that wave of terrorists bomb the hospital last time? This time they went to bomb the residential area."

 

"The BOCE beasts are hopeless." Lao Li took a sip of the soup in the cup, "...... so, do you want some potato soup?"

 

"Shit, if I could drink that stuff I wouldn't be called Molin." Molin said sarcastically, "Don't understand how you can stand that stuff."

 

"It's not that I can't afford to spend money." Old Li's face was still buried behind the cup, "At this point you still think about beef? Save it, it's good to have bread with soup."

 

He chewed the bread in his mouth, and then said, "My folks in Germany said that because of the drought, those farmers in the west have died of hunger this year. According to this trend, next year it is estimated that even the price of potatoes will have to increase!"

 

Molin just sneered a few times and did not answer him. He slowly took off his mechanical exoskeleton.

 

At this time, there seems to be some noise coming from the door. Many of the soldiers in the ordnance station cast annoyed glances.

 

Molin glanced outside in boredom and stood up straight. "I'll go out and take a look, the stuff will be placed here for you." Molin said, then moved the shoulders that helped with the straps and walked out.

 

A skinny researcher in a white plaid top and dark brown pants, wearing a tie, struggled with two peacekeeping infantrymen pulling and dragging him, shouting, " Damn let go of me, those things can't be opened! This is nonsense!"

 

"Psycho." Molin recognized the man, he was the chief biologist of that biology lab next to here. This man was probably in trouble, I'm afraid he was going to get killed by the higher ups for a bunch of money, or just disposed of.

 

Molin does not care whether he lives or dies, after all, he does not have the need to cause trouble.

 

What he was curious about was what had happened in that lab. After all, what was in the van was in this bio-lab - maybe it was related to what this man said?

 

When he arrived at the bio-lab building, he didn't notice or hear anything strange.

 

Until suddenly, a female scientist wearing an oxygen mask pushed open that emergency door on the side and ran out - "Get out of here! Now!" She shouted at the crowd of people here as she ran.

 

Molin had not yet reacted before a huge explosion came from the lab ahead, blowing a car-sized crater out of the blast-proof wall where that emergency door was located - along with the high-speed flying debris in the thick smoke, accompanied by purple flashes of lightning.

 

It looked like ...... some kind of plasma overload?

 

All this happened in just 3 seconds, Molin was about to reflexively rush in to carry out the duty of a soldier - "Don't go in! That war gate commissioner ......" behind him, is the voice of the female scientist. She bent over, hands supporting her legs, panting heavily, "Go call for support! --.

 

--It's an alien creature! An alien creature that looks like a horse!"

 

Chapter 4

 

Spring is here - and the dust is still the same.

Not many miracles would happen in the lives of the ponies. At least, they did not know the beautiful period when the bearers of the elements existed. After the disaster, everything became an unknown - an unknown that was completely unsolvable and unwilling to unravel.

 

Laura took care of all the luggage and wiped a little bit of fine sweat from her forehead. She looked at the luggage piled on the truck, and then looked at the dirt road leading to the village gate. There was silence.

A trace of wind and sand swept across the ground, gently brushing her hooves.

It reminded her of her childhood - the time she spent walking by the lake with her mother. Every night there was a breeze like this. Sweeping a small amount of wind and sand, gently brushing her immature four hooves, hinting to her the confusion of the road ahead.

Confused, what else can it be but confusion?

A life of uncertainty?

She gently turned around and went back to the house - she meant to help her parents pack, but unconsciously walked upstairs to her room.

Her father was quietly packing downstairs, the rustling of his belongings a constant reminder of all these changes.

The paintings, the pictures, were still hanging on the wall intact. They seem to have aged a bit, but the joyful smile she had as a filly is still frozen in them. The dust on the surface does not stop her from remembering the time.

The companions who accompanied her on her desert adventures are nowhere to be found ... and yet she can no longer recall their names.

--No matter what, that is already in the past. Compared to the present, memories can only be the encounters of time.

The sun is not very strong, but it still brings a touch of warmth to this slightly depressing room. Her desk, her bed, her window sill - and, yes, the cactus on the window sill.

Her father had given it to her as a graduation gift from Titaingan University.

She had always hoped that one day this cactus would produce a pale yellow flower - a surprise for her, for the world.

It's just that Laura has been taking care of it meticulously for decades, and it has not been able to bloom.

 

"Laura, do you need us to come up and help you pack?" Mom's voice suddenly reached her brain, which was drowning in memories.

"Oh! Mom, no, thank you!" She returned from her memories to reality and looked at the time displayed on the handheld terminal on her left hoof, "I'm coming down now, you guys get in first."

She stepped on those creaky wooden steps and trotted toward the truck at the door.

Her parents were already seated in the back seat and were waving their hooves at her.

 

Getting into the driver's seat, she rummaged through the pile on the passenger seat and pulled out the map.

It was a long trip - the Crystal Empire Space Center was over 1100 kilometers away and there was a snowy mountain to cross on the way. It would take about three days of driving to get there.

 

She took one last look around the village - or rather, the 16th residential area - that she knew so well. All around, a number of vehicles and ponies were already moving.

Some ponies had cars with enough capacity at home, so they could drive to the space center; those without cars, or those without cars big enough, would have to go to the train station and take the train to the space center.

She glanced at herself in the rear-view mirror, then at her silent parents. Eventually she started the truck and drove with the traffic to the gate.

 

Such a giant migration was taking place all over Equestria - the destination was the space stations in each region.

 

Titaingan, also known as New Canterlot. It is the central city of Equestria after the war.

It is located in a canyon oasis in the desert south of the ruins of Old Canterlot. It occupies almost the entire center of the canyon and is surrounded by this small canyon forest. Like Canterlot, it is also a huge integrated city, with 2 large railway stations, one for the train to the north and the other for the south; another large airport, and 3 space stations.

 

 

Only today, the streets were crowded with ponies.

The whole city looked like a collective*, and there were even some neighborhoods with royal guards diverting traffic . Again, these were the ponies going to the space center.

 

Salinas, as the successor to Princess Celestia, there really isn't much she can do for this post-war world.

This plan of the moment is pretty much the only way she can come up with to continue the Equestria... even though, as everyone knows, it's a desperate attempt.

 

"The world doesn't give us much mercy or opportunity." She had said so, "and it won't give us much time to realize this."

 

"Now, it's time."

 

More than ten hours later, when the sun was no longer able to rise, the barren earth was revived by countless streaks of dazzling fire - all over the world, a bright blue flame trailing, above a sky glowing with a hint of white, racing toward space.

The stellar light from this galaxy illuminated the outline of the entire planet at its feet - a fragmented, dried-up sphere.

Three huge cylinders were inserted tightly in the southern part of the planet, using the strength of the mantle as a support structure, with some proton chain fusion reactors faintly visible in the middle ......

 

Salinas had transformed the entire planet into a spaceship and was using it as a fuel tank.

 

The pale star continued to shed a little impotent light on those cylindrical shells, and a line of large gray letters appeared in blinding white: Titaingan Ark.

 

Soon, more small ships came from the barren brown planet and flew straight to the center of the three cylinders -

As the procession of ships rounded their shells to the inner side, there was some white gas floating in that area - actually artificial clouds - a technology of the pegasus.

Closer in, the ozone layer appeared, as well as the stratosphere. ...... The ships in the queue each lowered their altitude and came to the inside of the cylinder - the "ground" was covered with mountains, as if landing on the surface of a real planet.

 

Below the clouds, there were beautiful green mountains, lush green jungles, white snow-capped mountains, and dark gray hills and rivers. A huge city, built of sturdy pillars on the mountainside of a snowy mountain - as the ship began to slow down, the ponies saw the familiar yellow spires and blue castles.

It was the central city of Canterlot.

 

Landing in the Crystal Empire's airship, the ponies saw the Crystal Empire of yesteryear.

And Appleloosa, Manehattan, everything was exactly the same as in the old days. Three cylinders that reconstructed the past prosperity and memories of the entire Pony Empire.

 

"Although you mentioned the reconstruction plan in the project to us before, this is far more spectacular than planned ......," Commander Moranov, the military commander of the Empire, sighed to Salinas.

 

"... No, these are just appearances." She replied slowly, "Our home ... no longer exists."

 

With a command, the former Equestria - the dying planet - blasted off into a super planet with the impact of an antimatter cluster beam that penetrated deep into the core of the earth - its tremendous energy igniting the proton chain reaction in the engines and igniting the entire heart of the ark.

Carrying the remains of their home, the ponies embarked on a journey of more than 600 light years.

 

Chapter 5

 

Calling Tower FG-67, there is an emergency at the bio lab in Area C. Please immediately dispatch AVX drones 122-127 to go ahead and conduct air strikes and send reinforcements as appropriate."

"Reply to Executive Officer Smith, demand confirmed. AVX 122-127 end standby and go forward for strike mission in Area C; armed peacekeeping droids in the vicinity of the area will be on alert at the center of Area C and will send reinforcements as best they can. Light peacekeeping droids will rush to the scene in concert with peacekeeping infantry."

 

Molin put on his armored exoskeleton, took a plasma launcher from Lao Li, and quickly ran to the lab that was billowing thick black smoke - purple lightning was still flashing.

All the non-combatants in the vicinity had been evacuated. Only those guards with stun guns were left to rush in one after another, the sound of stun guns mixed with shouts - it was not clear who had actually been hit.

Molin rushed into the gap on the wall of the laboratory along with some peacekeeping robots that came quickly, gritting his teeth - this was his first time fighting a non-human creature.

"PK261 & 273, cover the Commissioner!" Molin shouted to the two peacekeeping robots on his left, turning off the power amplification of the armored exoskeleton on his body and switching to the armor mode.

 

"Confirming orders, cover Commissioner 203," the two peacekeeping robots moved to Molin's side, mechanically holding up their laser rifles as they marched through the rolling smoke - the red glow from the identifiers on their heads creating a red beam in the smoke.

Molin saw a purple flash ahead through the scope of the plasma launcher, and a piercing thunderclap around it. "Ball lightning." Molin whispered to himself, tightening his grip on his plasma launcher

"Damn thing!" It was a guard's voice, "Ah!"

Behind the figure struck by lightning was a looming horse-shaped creature.

"Fire!" Molin pulled the trigger, and with a dull thump, several blue plasma bullets were then shot forward at high speed. The two peacekeeping robots also did not spare any time in shooting dense blue lasers at the figure and automatically searched for cover.

After hearing the loud explosion of plasma, more peacekeeping droids open fired and marked the location.

"Peacekeeper Infantry Sector C Squad 12 coming to support!" Someone shouted behind him.

Not bothering to turn back to report the situation, Molin controlled the recoil of the plasma launcher while heading for the lab security door that was only half left on the right - it was a good cover.

"Everyone, hit them hard, no one left with bullets is going back!" That captain shouted, taking his laser rifle and firing continuously into the center of the smoke.

 

Molin hid behind the security door, removed the plasma magazine that had been emptied, and moved nimbly to take out another one from behind him As he was about to insert this magazine into the launcher, a scene that everyone did not expect happened -

An extremely intense purple light blossomed from the center of their attack. All the people and robots who were not behind cover were all instantly tossed to the ground by the huge shockwave, and their weapons were thrown out dozens of meters.

The smoke rushed into the sky in an instant and dissipated very quickly.

With the smoke gone they could a clear picture of the lab. The ceiling was gone, the floor and walls were full of pungent smelling charcoal, and the messy experimental equipment on the floor had been burned beyond recognition.

Immediately after, the purple light began to divide into several small points of light, around the center began to rotate, and accompanied by a gradual up cyclone ......

Just as this glow was getting brighter and brighter and gradually floating up into mid-air several AVX drones swooped down and shot a series of high-energy laser bombs that exploded viciously in the center of the light.

Instantly, the light disappeared.

A purple horse-shaped creature fell to the ground ...motionless

It had quite a few burns on its body, and there was still a hint of smoke coming from its body.

And, everyone then realized that there were 5 other similar creatures standing there - the same size, just with different body colors and forms, and one of them seemed to be wearing a costume.

Everyone just stood there at a standstill with them, no one taking the lead to attack - the robots didn't seem to recognize the threat and just stood there with their guns.

 

"Twilight!" Suddenly, a slightly indistinct English came galloping out of the mouth of one of them, a white horse - and at once, everyone snapped back to attention.

Pop!

Five electroshock shells hit five of them precisely, and the powerful electric current made them fall to the ground quickly one after another ......

 

Those peacekeeping infantry soldiers threw down some boring words, carrying laser rifles, pushing those robots and gradually dispersed.

The engineering maintenance team then came to the scene, along with two ambulances, and three or four guard armored vehicles that blocked the scene. Sirens and people's shouts were heard.

Molin's body was covered in some dust, and he coughed a few times and slowly stood up.

"Shit." Molin glanced back at the six alien beings lying on the ground and was annoyed - usually at this moment, he would usually swear at things with dirty words. For example, some people who upset him, or things that he thought were unlucky.

But now he didn't know what to curse, because his mind was all about the replay of that scene - "Twilight!" ...... Obviously, it was an English phrase. But how could an alien speak English? It puzzled him, but then he felt a little creeped out.

The purple pony - he thought the creatures looked so much like ponies that he thought so - it had horns on its head and wings on its body, a clear copy of a legendary Greek unicorn - only smaller in size.

However, this creature was indeed dangerous... the laboratory walls were designed to withstand small nuclear fission with high-performance explosion-proof radiation-proof material, only a tank's high-speed depleted uranium ammunition or higher-strength warheads can penetrate.

If one day it escapes the base ...... the consequences will be unimaginable.

 

However, the other five ponies do not seem to be so powerful - rather more like, a bullet can take the life of livestock. Although the white one of them also has a horn, another two have wings ...... the remaining two are not much different from the ordinary pony.

It looks like only that purple pony is dangerous.

Molin came to this not incorrect conclusion and thought it necessary to submit a report to the information department tonight. -- The superiors demanded that for all unexpected tasks, you can get a bonus for writing a valuable report

 

He thought, slowly walking back.

"Wait!" Looking back, it was the female scientist, "That Commissioner--"

"What is it?" Molin asked with a sideways glance, "I don't have enough time."

"I feel I need to show something to your war department." She paused for a moment and her eyes went to the busy guards and maintenance personnel, "About the reason why they can speak English."

 

Molin listened and immediately turned around and asked, "What?"

"You also think it's strange, right?" She finished and walked backwards, "Come with me, it's not simple."

"I'm Janet, an information specialist who just got the assignment today to research the origin of these alien beings from the NASA database." She led Molin to another building in the lab, "The strangest thing about those alien beings is not themselves, but the one-piece hibernation pods they slept in before."

"One-piece hibernation pods?" Molin frowned and closed the door, "So ...... they were launched to Earth? And didn't fly the ship themselves?"

"Exactly." She turned back to Molin, "And the weird thing is not just that."

With a slip of paper drawn from the lock on the door next to her, Janet opened that glass door - she avoided the lock's authentication of her identity information. Moline frowned at this action.

After passing through a narrow sterilization room, the two of them came inside.

It appeared to be a cryogenic warehouse.

Six black coffin-like hibernation pods lying in the cold carbon dioxide gas, with a blue glowing glass window on the front. The entire warehouse was dimly lit, and several of the main lights were not on - probably because the previous firefight accidentally interrupted the cables underground. For this reason, the whole room had a depressing atmosphere.

"Look here." Janet pointed next to a window of a hibernation chamber, "That's why I called you here."

Molin walked forward and leaned down to take a look - surprisingly, there was a line of English letters written.

 

It read: From ISNA and the National Aeronautics and Space Administration

 

"Listen, this prank was a success, but it’s very boring." Molin shook his head and said, "You're probably overwhelmed by whatever research you're doing, or just scared out of your mind in the middle of the firefight just now."

"I've been to war." She said very seriously, "I have no sense to bullshit you here - this thing should not have been known to anyone!"

Then she came closer and said, "The six wooden crates that were brought down from the van were brought straight here, and the six ponies were eventually carried here on stretchers by 12 peacekeeping robots - no one has ever seen the hibernation pods except for the robots whose memories can be erased at will. "

"Then how do you know?" Molin asked, "And now I think I can ask you, for what reason didn’t you want the door lock to verify your identity information?"

"I stumbled upon it this morning when I was checking the warehouse data access of GSDS before the experiment - the access information of this cold room was blocked, and I realized that this was exactly the place where that hibernation chamber was stored." She said quickly, "Then, while trying to access the information from other sources within the system, I discovered that the lock on the door to this room had been programmed with an alarm - anyone who swiped their PDC (a terminal worn on their left hand) would *immediately* be reported directly to the ISNA command center. skipping all information screening.

"...... And this behavior," she continued, swallowing, "is no different than what the GCE used to purge 'those in the know' before Operation Deception in the first place ' in no different way. That's how that war ended up being provoked."

The air seemed to freeze, and Molin felt like he was stuck in some kind of quagmire.

"Give me a reason to believe you and not to arrest you." After deep thought, he still said coldly.

"This is a matter of human security." Again, Janet replied coldly, "ISNA is doing things that even our own people don't know about, and they're things that you and I can sense are probably driving history backwards ...... Regardless, we have to lay low until things take a turn for the worse, and pretend you saw nothing today --The Mission Control Center will certainly have arrangements later, when I have my own ideas. Remember - for 2 minutes just now I was discussing your bravery with you, nothing else."

 

Chapter 6

 

"This is bullshit!"

At this moment, the conference room inside the base was filled with noise from the crowd of people inside.

"Whatever is going on in your heads, I want you to terminate this insane project right now!" A middle-aged man in formal wear shouted, with a pile of papers on the table. The two people behind him were just as anxious as him.

 

"Mr. Andrews, I don't think you realize the value of these creatures yet." One of the men across from him replied. He was wearing glasses, his face was slightly wrinkled, and he had slightly curly white hair. "Besides, ISNA has the ability to prevent any accidents."

 

"Look, Mr. Pilander, we are not here to listen to your prattle, but to have you end these studies immediately!" The man remained emotional, "The danger of those creatures is unpredictable, and there's no telling if they'll attract more of their kind!"

Andrews had no intention of stopping.

"Our METI team is well aware of the danger of these aliens." After Mr. Andrews said this, he paused and sat down.

 

General Pilander was silent, just staring down at the man in front of him.

Counting the 3 guests in the conference room, there are a total of 8 people. Next to General Pilland were two information commissioners, a conference room staff member, and a female war gate commissioner.

One of the information commissioners was none other than Janet.

The conference room was a simple official meeting room, not as spacious as the combat conference room or academic research hall where business was discussed. A projection screen, an oval table, some chairs, and nothing more. Perhaps the reason Andrews and his group were so angry might also be related to the provision of such a disrespectful conference room.

 

At that moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

"War Gate Commissioner Molin reporting for duty." It was Molin. He had received a call from the General today asking him to come to conference room 18-D at this time.

"Ah, Mr. Molin, you're here at the right time." General Pilander raised his eyelids for a moment, held his chin in his hand, and said, "Ahem ......SETI Team ...... Do you have anything else to say?"

"I want you to give me proof of termination of the program right now." Andrews said gravely, "No matter how important you think those creatures are, I want you to dispose of them by tomorrow!"

 

"Hmmm...that's it?" General Pilander did not look up, but read the information in his hand by himself.

 

"That's all." Andrews leaned back in his chair, "Don't be slick with us."

 

"Well, all right then." General Pilander sat up straight and said to the lady War Gate Commissioner beside him, "That's all that can be done."

 

At the end of the sentence, the lady commissioner skillfully drew the black pistol at her waist and quickly snapped three shots - all hitting Andrews and the two attendants in the forehead. The force of the bullets lifted them straight off their chairs and onto the floor, with a hole through their heads.

 

"All right, the meeting is over." General Pilander held his forehead, got up and said, began to put the dozens of documents in the folder, "Ax, you are responsible for the news; in addition, you ... Clean up, all the blood must be wiped clean. ."

 

The commissioner who sat next to Janet nodded, put away the computer and walked out of the conference room; while the conference room staff, silently cleaned up the three bodies.

 

After that, General Pilander turned to Molin who had been waiting at the side for a long time.

 

"...... Good morning."

 

"It's the afternoon, sir." Molin replied, "Another mess of chores?"

 

"As you can see, SETI's people are coming to the door." He once again held his forehead, seemingly racking his brain, "We're not afraid if they pick a fight, but the key is what the media and other countries will think ...... Commander asked for this way of handling things and you're not unaware of it."

 

"SETI?" Molin had not heard of this organization, "What is it?"

 

"Search for ExtraTerrestrial Intelligence." Janet interjected, " They're responsible for searching and counting the civilizations near Earth, as well as assessing the various attributes of these civilizations."

 

"How did they know about our six alien horses?"

 

"Some peacekeeping infantrymen were spamming things on social media." The general took his folder of information as if he was ready to leave, "Those people have been dealt with."

 

"Well, people from the peacekeeping force are not supposed to interfere with these things." Molin said helplessly, "So, what is the task given to me?"

 

"Go to the Biochemistry Center and bring out those six alien creatures." The general slowly walked towards the door, "The superiors temporarily corrected the observation and research project. On occasion the research department will need a few of you to bring them in to do some experiments. Keep an eye on their whereabouts during this time, and no matter what, you must make sure they don't escape the base, understood?”

 

"And then, the reward is very good ." General Pilander pushed the door open and walked away.

 

"So?" Molin sat down and said, "Is it fun to release a bunch of alien horses in an ISNA base"

 

"...It will be very interesting " That female war gate commissioner who had been silent suddenly spoke up, "Especially since they will kill anyone at any time ...... that's the rule of the game."

 

Then there was a brief silence.

 

Janet broke the silence: "By the way, there will be five people working with us then, so ......"

 

"Who else?" Molin asked a little impatiently, "Are they all the commissioners?"

 

"Yes, all commissioners." Janet replied, "You, me, War Gate Commissioner Ovia, in addition to War Gate Commissioner Rohns, and Engineering Commissioner Dowell."

 

Molin glanced at Ovia, who was standing behind Janet staring out the window, and then asked Janet again, "Rohns and Dowell? And, if I heard correctly ...... General arranged a total of three War Gate Commissioners to look after those six ponies?"

 

"They are not ponies." Ovia suddenly spoke, "They are aliens."

 

There was a short silence immediately afterwards. She said this without any expression on her face, just looking out the window. She wore a short ponytail and had a very elegant figure and temperament, but her cold face held a pair of unfathomable blue eyes.

 

"...... Yes, three War Gate Commissioners, plus one each of Information and Engineering Commissioners." Janet said, "Meet all of us at the Biochemistry Center in a little while ...... er, remember to put some active defense modules on the AIU on your back."

 

Molin gulped and said, "Okay, see you in a bit."

 

Chapter 7

 

Rohns is a commissioner from Russia, and his size is perfectly matched for his style in combat. It didn't take much analysis to see that he would most often be using heavy weaponry. Moreover, he was a big guy that was not to be messed with, which was easily seen from his brutal-looking face and heavy furrowed brow. In addition, he and Molin had a history of friendship - the pair of them had been on more than a dozen missions together, including the previous operation to hijack that van.

 

He was standing by the corridor, fiddling with the PDC bracelet on his left arm.

 

Next to him stood Dowell, walking around from time to time, holding a cigarette case in his hand, occasionally taking a few drags into his mouth, before exhaling a thick white smoke. He tilted his head slightly, as if he was thinking about something ; he was wearing a white tank top, showing off his thick arms and muscles, as well as a valuable leather belt under his big belly.

 

Molin had no intention of striking up a conversation with Dowell. He just walked slowly past this end of the corridor, without looking up - because he was not interested or in the mood to look at the German engineering commissioner, whom he did not know.

 

While Rohns would be called "large" due to his strength, Dowell would be called “big” due to his weight.

 

"Ron!" Molin sauntered up and raised his right hand, "How have you been?"

 

"Don't want to complain." Rohns also waved his right hand and high-fived Molin, "Besides kid, call me by the wrong name again there's something for you to see."

 

A puff of smoke floated slowly.

 

Molin had to look at Dowell, "You are?"

 

"Engineering commissioner, just call me Dowell." He said with his cigarette in his mouth, "Came along to pick up those six aliens."

 

"Almost forgot to do business."  Rohns said, moving to the front of the corridor, "Janet and Ovia won't be here for a while."

 

"I just want to know if these aliens will come up and rip our heads off." Molin asked, following Rohns' footsteps as he walked forward.

 

"Shit, if they touch a hair on my head, I'll skin them." Rohns said nonchalantly.

 

"Ahem, I agree." Dowell added as an aside, "Hey, this should be it."

 

They stopped in front of the 408-G biochemical containment door.

 

A heavily armed lab worker saw the three of them through the heavy blast glass thick explosion-proof glass and opened the door for them. "Gotta take some of these The man finished and handed them some power 8 laser pistols and laser rifles.

 

"Power 8 guns?" Rohns said with a frown, "You don't have any power 10 or higher? Do you really think the aliens are vegetarians?"

 

"Maybe try getting shot by one of these before you go jumping to conclusions." The man said impatiently, "A power 8 gun is basically on the same level as a .50 caliber machine gun, don't you know?"

 

Turning a corner, they saw the six alien horses locked in a steel cage. That wasn’t all, the 6 ponies were also chained with thick heavy chains around their necks and fixed together on the floor in the center of the cage. Around which, stood more than a dozen armed peacekeeping infantry.

 

"Watch out, that cage is electrified." A peacekeeping infantryman came out and said to Molin and the others.

 

While they were still surveying the cell, Janet and Ovia came in from outside.

 

"You two are late." Molin turned his head and said.

 

"We have our own way of handling things." Ovia replied.

 

"Uh, I was going to pick up these bracelets, so I was delayed a bit." Janet raised some black bracelets in her hands, "They will be used later."

 

Seeing that it was about time, the peacekeeping infantryman went to a control hanging on the wall and shouted, "Alert!"

 

At once, all the peacekeeping infantrymen readied the power 6.5 laser rifles in their hands and aimed at the six chained ponies in the cage in unison.

 

This move seemed to scare the ponies, and they shrank together, without any sense of the danger they once possesed from the last time they were in the lab.

 

"Confinement door open!" That peacekeeping infantryman pulled down the lever, and the barred door of the iron cage slowly opened. At the same time, the metal stake that held the chain slowly moved toward the door and pulled the ponies out hard.

 

Ovia watched the ponies, no expression on her face.

 

"So, we're going to open their chains?" Dowell asked cautiously.

 

"I'm ready to fulfill what I said before." Rohns said in a hoarse voice, "...... I mean it."

 

The peacekeeper infantryman nodded to him and pressed another button on the controls.

 

With a snap, the collar tied around their necks snapped in two.

 

All the commissioners raised the weapons in their hands and aimed at the ponies' heads or chest.

 

When the chains opened, the ponies didn't scamper away or attack anyone. Instead, they stayed close together, like a bunch of weak prey.

 

But even that didn't make anyone let down their guard.

 

Suddenly, a blue pony with a rainbow-colored mane spoke up: "...... We won't hurt anyone!"

 

There was a hint of crying in its tone.

 

Molin estimated at this time that the two women behind him might already have feelings of sympathy, or thought about it—after all, especially female soldiers or recruits would have a little sympathy on the battlefield.

 

"You may have no such intentions, but we do - and we will smash your heads in without mercy -" Ovia said coldly to them, slowly taking a few steps closer and "-if you do not obey our orders."

 

Those words caused the blue pony to lower its head. It also surprised Molin quite a bit - this commissioner, named Ovia,  was cold-blooded and ruthless inside and out—just like those icy peacekeeping robots.

 

"Now, I'm going to put these six pairs of bracelets on these creatures." Janet stepped up, her tone slightly softer than Ovia's.

 

She squatted down and put a black bracelet with a blue LED light on each of these ponies' left hooves. "These are GPS location bracelets that also detect their bio-signs." Janet turned to the group and said, "We can all use the PDCs we have to connect to these bracelets and monitor them at all times."

 

"So, what are we going to do next?" Dowell fumbled with his cigarette case in his pants pocket and lowered the gun he held in his hand.

 

Janet shrugged, "Get them out, acclimatize them to Earth's climate, and use them as research material."

 

"Oh no worries." Rohns said, "It's just putting thousands of people on the base in danger."

 

"Oh, I forgot to mention that." Janet added, "We can always control the bracelets with our PDCs to electrocute them. The maximum charge the bracelet can achieve is enough to kill ten adult African elephants."

 

"Well, this little bracelet maybe quite the capable device." Dowell said, "But still we'd better keep an eye on them at all times."

 

Several peacekeepers guarded the door and opened the door; some other peacekeepers aimed at the six ponies with rifles, watched them carefully, and moved out of the isolation room.

 

It was late afternoon when they crossed the building and opened the doors of the building. However, the outside of this biochemical research center building was filled with vehicles of all sizes with flashing sirens and horns. Guardsmen cordoned off the area at a distance, and close by were various squads of peacekeeper infantrymen, each armed with either a power 4.75 laser smg or a 12.5 assault rifle.

 

This atmosphere is like six vicious and highly dangerous criminals who have been released from prison.

 

Those six ponies sat on the steps in front of the building and looked around at it all ...... not running, not attacking, and not talking. Just so quietly looking ahead, the blinding police lights, the piercing horns and the clamor ......

 

A yellowish pony came close to the purple one and asked in a low, almost desperate voice.

 

"What do we do?"