Lightning Charger's First Adventure

Lightning Charger couldn't believe any of what was happening. He had stepped inside of the blue box, the TARDIS, as the Doctor called it. It was fairly large, about the size of Princess Luna standing on her hindhooves and spreading her forehooves. But, upon entering the box, Lightning Charger found himself staring at an impossibly large space.

The room was very metallic, with wires running around the ceiling and floor, connected to a main console area, covered in switches and levers and buttons. It was wonderful! "It's smaller on the outside..." Lightning Charger said, half-murmuring, half-talking to the Doctor.

"You know, you lot always say 'It's bigger on the inside!'. It's a bit refreshing to hear something different," the Doctor said, leaning against the console.

"So, I've got a problem. A big, two-pony problem. You see, an army of extremely hateful alien killing machines, called Daleks, and an army of emotionless robot soldiers, called cyberponies, have collided, in the past, and have created total chaos on Earth. Eventually, though, I fixed it," the Doctor said, twirling a metal stick with a light on the end on his hoof. "But that has nothing to do with this. What my problem is, is Changelings."

Lightning Charger was surprised. Bewildered, actually. He had no idea how Changelings could be a problem, seeing as they were banished to the far corners of Equestria.

He stared quizzically at the Doctor, but was startled out of position by a loud, very sudden banging on the TARDIS's door. The Doctor cautiously trotted over to the door, and pulled it open.  He heaved a sigh of relief. It was Carrot Top.

"Doctor, I've made up my mind. I'm coming with you. Don't say anything, don't even smile at my sudden change of heart. I already know how stupid I seem," Carrot Top said briskly and seriously as she walked past the Doctor.

"Okay, um, I've got a question," Lightning Charger declared, "Just how exactly are Changelings a problem? They were banished, and most of 'em were destroyed, so how are we going to fight something that can't be a problem?"

"Well, glad you asked," a grin on his face. "I'll explain later." He jumped into action, throwing levers and pressing buttons. The TARDIS made an unbearable grating noise, and they were off.