The declassified biography of a zebragus

Near the Equestrian Exploration Team's Base Camp

Sergeant Jet Stream was flying as fast as he could. He had to get there in time. His wife was in labor. He had informed Captain Lux Umbra of this, been told to take the rest of the day off, and rushed off to the lovely zebra village of tai jino, named for that strange rock in the center of the village that looked like both an eagle's beak and a manticore's tooth at once. He landed outside his wife's hut and walked in.

"My sababu ya kuruka, did I miss it? Am I here on time?" Jet was understandably anxious. Childbirth did not usually go well in 'civilized', clean places like Canterlot, let alone out here in the Zebrican jungles.

"Yes, you missed it. you're wife forgives you, as she knows it takes a while to fly from your wingu mpiganaji village." This was the village shaman, Mganga. "She is weak from the experience, but otherwise well. You have two healthy foals. One is a boy, mostly like you in appearance, while the other is a girl who bears resemblance to your wife. Congratulations."

"I am pleased, Mganga, by my good fortune. Please-" Jet was cut off by the sound of drums, calling the village warriors to arms, and the horns of the camp, signaling the sighting of hostile forces. "The Fisi tribe would pick today of all days to attack..."

Jet unsheathed his wing blades and ran out to protect his wife and foals.  He looked toward the sound of conflict, and saw a dozen zebra warriors closing to attack the village. He raised his blades into a defensive stance, and swung as the first bucking attacker got within reach when he stabbed forward with his spear. Jet brought his blades down in a criss-cross pattern on the poor saps neck and kicked him toward the next zebra in line. The first zebra hit the second, fell apart into several pieces, all of them landing on the second warrior of the four engaging Jet, his spear pinning the third by the hoof to the wall of his wife's hut.

As he turned to the fourth Fisi zebra, who had picked up his buried comrade's knife, he felt a tiny but sharp pain in his side. Stream quickly eliminated the fourth zebra, left vulnerable by trying and failing to wield a knife AND a spear, picked up his knife, and chucked it between the eyes of the opponent still alive. Now that the fight was over, he looked at what had caused such pain in his side, and saw a small dart. Jet panicked and went into his wife's room as the poison started kicking in.

"You and the foals are safe... but I will not survive... remember me... and..." Jet couldn't finish, as he saw, only now, that his wife had been hit with a similar dart, and she had already passed on.  As he slowly shut his eyes for the last time, he heard the shaman walk in and speak.

"Rest, blood brother, as your foals will be taken care of. As your wife's sister, I will raise them and call the boy after you, the girl after her mother...

And thus Sergeant Jet Stream, pegasus of the Equestrian Exploration Expedition, passed away on March 4th of the 80th year since the dethronement of Discord.