The declassified biography of a zebragus

August 17th, 96 P.B.E.

Jet Stream, amazed, walked around a classroom with his sister and Princess Luna.

"This classroom will be Aria's?" He asked, astounded.

"Yes. I know, I know, It's ridiculously large. Not my choice. This school was built under the direction of my parents, who always had a love for grandiose architecture. This room was the only room large enough to fit all of those who wished to learn about Zebrican magic, Unless teaching outside would be easier?" Luna replied, ending with a questioning look at Aria.

"No. This will work, but I'll need a firepit installed, as well as racks for my ingredients." Jet could see the wheels turning behind his sister's eyes. The lesson plans, the preparations she would need to make, etc. Jet looked away before he saw what he viewed as insanity.

"Very well. I'll get someone on it. In the mean time, I will show Jet here his class 'room'." Jet followed Luna outside and to the stadium. "Your class will be held here, and you-

Basic training will be held here at nine 'o clock this evening. a voice mentioned. Jet looked around, trying to find the speaker. keep up, or it will look suspicious. I am using my magic to hold a telepathic conversation with you, and I am also talking with my mouth about the facilities here. Jet recognized Luna now, whose voice was shrouded behind this menacing, deep-timbered voice in his head.

As you wish, mistress. I will be there.

8:55 at the stadium

Others were starting to arrive, some Jet recognized, but most he did not. He had been there since eight, disguising himself in the shadows, inpatient to start. Unsurprisingly, the vast majority present were those hakuna popo mstari mbawa that held Luna in such high regard. Others present included a group from the frozen wasteland of Northern Equestria, his and a few other tribes of Zebricans, and a few lone stragglers, with the largest common region represented was a bunch of Bourgeois youth from Prance. Among these loners, Jet saw Blitz Spark, seemingly unnoticed by anyone else. Eye contact was made, heads shook in acknowledgement.

As nine o'clock came, a bunch of angry-looking ponies in night guard armor took the stand. They looked at the crowd before them, and started shouting orders.

5:55 A.M. August 18, 96 P.B.E.

Jet made it back to his room after a long night's work of figuring out what in the fiery depths of Tartarus was happening with organizing a rebellion. First was a physical exercise test to determine who was ready for combat now, as apposed to needing more work. Those who needed more physical training were sent to an alternate location to receive it. The rest were divided into pairs, and placed under the command of one of the night guards. Jet's partner was Blitz Spark, and they were under Commander Lux Umbra. They were to receive orders soon.