Four weeks: It had been four weeks since Skasis Paradigm, a young unicorn stallion, graduate student at the Royal Canterlot University, was practically “abducted” by The Doctor, and The Doctor’s close companion Ditzy Doo, whom The Doctor adores calling Derpy Whooves. At least, an abduction is what Skasis has been calling it, despite the fact that his ending up in the TARDIS initially was neither his nor The Doctor’s intention, but rather an almost impossibly-timed accident, one in which Skasis’s pet hawk, or his “brother”, as he called him, was separated from him and left behind in present-day Equestria. And, unfortunately for Skasis, as fate for those who enter the TARDIS in any way with The Doctor had always seemed to have it, Skasis was taken for “a ride” instead of being dropped back off where he’d accidentally been picked up from.

***

The TARDIS shook with consistent violence whilst seemingly swaying back and forth at the same time.

“Hurry! Skasis, hit that button that looks like a blue clown’s nose!” The Doctor shouted from where he stood, back pressed hard against the inside of the TARDIS doors.

Skasis scoured the control panel with his eyes until he found the button the Doctor had indicated. He slammed it with his hoof, and the resulting pulsation travelled throughout the structure of TARDIS around them.

“Derpy, throw gold lever on your side!” The Doctor called out.

“Right!” she yelled back immediately and scrambled to find it.

The Doctor continued his struggle to hold the TARDIS doors closed against whatever unseen force was trying to open them from the outside. Meanwhile, Derpy found the golden lever and threw it with some minor difficulty. And at that, a sudden “doonn” sound that even Skasis had already learned to recognize as a time-lock echoed throughout the control room.

The Doctor’s eyes shot wide at the sound, and yelled to Skasis one final time. “That’s it! Skasis get us out of here!”
Skasis jerked the main TARDIS lever with his magic and the TARDIS’s travelling sound immediately followed after.
The TARDIS’s unbearable shaking stopped, but the swaying and rocking only changed direction.

“You know, there’ve been a few RARE times where you reminded me of my uncle and actually made me believe that you know what you’re talking about. The rest of the time I really can’t make up my mind whether I would want to bet on it being insanity or death-seeking!” Skasis vented out the entirety of his opinion of The Doctor that had formed over the past several weeks.

“Hey,” the Doctor offered up his own defense, “how was I supposed to know that lovely tri-sun beach had been transformed into a daunting fortress of the Inter-Galactic Cult of Space Dragons? And it’s a mixture of both really, something like 99% some times and 1% the other.”

“And which is which, exactly?” Skasis muttered to himself in thought.

The Doctor just kept on with his whimsical smile, leaving Skasis to face-hoof and Derpy to only sigh at the whole situation.
After a few seconds, the TARDIS finally stilled and its travelling noises ceased.

“Well, now that we’re out of that situation, let’s see just where we’ve landed. Those coordinates should have us somewhere near Canterlot Mountain around about the founding of Equestria,” The Doctor guessed, before finally removing his back from against the doors and turning around to open them. The doors opened to reveal an unfathomably massive horde of armed, raging minotaurs charging in their direction as if they were racing to clash against some other army behind where the TARDIS had landed.

The Doctor slammed both doors shut again and spun back around with a nervous smile. “O-kay so we may be a few centuries or millennia early but that’s an easy fix! Skasis, take us away again!”

Skasis’s let his head fall down against one of his hooves for the second time in less than thirty seconds even as he simultaneously used his magic to force the travel lever back up and then jerk it down again. The TARDIS lurched in a single violent shake before beginning to push its way through time, and within another few seconds it was jolted by a thud, coming to a halt for the second time.

“You know, if you’d just let me cast a transparency spell on that door, we could actually see outside BEFORE we open it?” Skasis suggested very chidingly, to which he received nothing but another cheerfully dismissive reply. “Oh nonsense! Where would the fun be in that!?” The Doctor asked the common rhetorical question.

The Doctor retained the same care-free smile and immediately flung the door open, revealing a pre-diarchy Canterlot Mountain.
Skasis shook his head with closed eyes for several seconds afterward.

Derpy felt a deal of sympathy for the poor unicorn and tried to reassure him. “Aw just don’t worry too much about it, Skasis, you get used to him after a while . . . somewhat," she said, unable to escape having to add a degree of realism to her own promise.

“I feel practically compelled to doubt that," he responded with a flat expression.

“Wait a tic,” The Doctor said suddenly, drawing their attention back to himself, “we’re in the clouds! Well that’s certainly odd; I mean the TARDIS is reading it as solid ground.”

Skasis flared on an examination sight with his magic to look at the functioning of the TARDIS control panel while Derpy walked up next to The Doctor, staring at the open door to the history of hers and Skasis’s world. From all Skasis could grasp of the portions he could at least loosely understand, everything within the panel appeared to functioning just fine.

“Wait, didn’t it do that before that one time we went to Cloudsdale when you had turn yourself into a Pegasus colt and enter the best young flyer competition to keep 2/3 of the universe from being destroyed?” Derpy’s words catch Skasis’s ears and all but physically turn him around on their own with the sheer amount ridiculousness the story she’d just mentioned was full of . . . or at least what he would have called ridiculous up until he found himself in the TARDIS with those two several weeks ago.

The Doctor rubbed his hoof against his chin for a few seconds. “Haha, I do remember that one!” he finally said when the memory struck him, “I’ll have to say flying with actual wings was one of the most thrilling things I’ve done in my fourteen centuries.”

“Centuries? Now you’re back to saying centuries again? For the past two months you’ve been telling everypony we meet that you’re EIGHT THOUSAND!” Derpy contradicted him. In response he of course just waved it off again, “Bah, what’s it matter, age is just a number after all. It’s not the number of years that count but the adventure you fill them up with I always say.”
Skasis just stared on from where he stood, with the same broken look on his face he would have after meeting somepony who adamantly believed that 2+2=517.

“Regardless, I do believe you’re probably right Ditzy. In fact-” The Doctor paused to stick his head out the door, looking up down and all around. “I think this is the early Cloudsdale, or at least I guess some pre-princesses version of it.” He said as he peered around.

“It’s Pegasopolis then,” Skasis corrected him.“Hm?” The Doctor responded, looking back. “Skasis is right, the first cloud city in Equestria was Cloudsdale, but it was called Pegasopolis at first,” Derpy added on a further explanation for him, and then Skasis finished their incredibly brief version of the most prominent Pegasus city’s history. “Until the princesses defeated Discord in the fifth century and their diarchy came to power," he said.

The Doctor’s face only brightened up more at just the little bit they were teaching him. “Awe fascinating!” he spoke up, thrilled. “Let’s get on and have a look around now, why don’t we?” he asked, as if it was actually a question, but he still just went to step right out the door.

“Uuhhh, Doctor,” Derpy spoke up, holding a foreleg up in front of him to keep him from stepping outside. "You can’t walk on clouds, remember? And Skasis can’t either,” she reminded him.

“What are you talking about? He’s a unicorn!” was The Doctor's response. “He can just use his magic to give me a pair of wings, and a nice set for himself if he fancies exploring Pegasus cities. Right Skasis?” he asked the white unicorn stallion.

Both of them turned to Skasis, The Doctor with an expectant and yearning face, and Derpy with a slightly more doubtful one.

“Uh, yeah-no; I don’t have the medicinal magic skill to alter anypony’s anatomy,” Skasis answered plainly, after a single blink.
The Doctor was left disappointed, of course, and reacted just as such. “Blast! I was really hoping to—“ he began until Skasis interrupted. “But I can do this,” Skasis led with his words as his horn glowed and shining magic aura fields appeared and contracted in around both his and The Doctor’s hooves until vanishing with a flash upon contact.

Both Derpy and The Doctor were left appearing confused. “What was that?” she asked for the both of them. “A generic cloud-walking spell,” Skasis answered quite simply. "It's a lot easier than altering somepony's actual body to give them wings," he added.

“True, maybe, but I still say having wings is much more fun,” The Doctor still protested even as he stepped right up to the doorway’s edge again. “Wait!” Derpy through up her foreleg to stop him again. “Skasis are you sure is gonna work?” she asked, still just being extra cautious for The Doctor's sake.

It was far from the first time one of them had questioned the functionality of a spell of his, granted usually it was regarding ones that could easily yield bad consequences. But nonetheless, Skasis’s reaction vented a clear deal of his frustration. “Yes! Blowing things up isn’t ALL that my magic is good for!”

Derpy pulled back a step and rolled her eyes. “Sorry, sheesh, somepony’s more grumpy than The Doctor when he doesn’t get his butter,” she said.

“Hey!” The Doctor yelled out in protest at her comment. “I do not get “grumpy” from a simple deprivation of butter, although I could easily sympathize with anypony who does,” he affirmed his position.

Then she reaffirmed herself, and the two of them just started going back and forth.

“What are you talking about? You do to!”

“I Do NOT!”

“Yeah-hah.”

“Nah-ah.”

Skasis quickly developed a bland, unamused look and eventually trotted around them both. He stepped out with a small amount of cautious hesitation onto the expanse of cloud outside, testing it with one hoof first just make sure the spell had taken effect.

A squadron of armored Pegasus flew up and by from below cloud level a short distance away, drawing Skasis to approach the nearest cloud edge and gaze over at the vast swathing landscape 500 meters beneath him.

Across the fields and meadows, enormous collections of tents of greatly varying sizes and newly constructed stone-and-mortar houses and halls spread in all directions, with thousands of ponies moving about in all different manors, including some groups just arriving at the fringe of the grand settlement loaded with satchels, saddlebags and back-loaded possesions.

“The great migration . . .” Skasis thought to himself, recognizing the still occurring migration of the three pony tribes from their race’s former homeland in the north.

Just inside the TARDIS door, The Doctor checked to be sure that Skasis is no longer immediately near. “Are you sure we really have to do this Doctor?” Derpy asked him in a hushed voice.“Yes, I’m absolutely certain,” he did his best to assure her. “I know it might feel wrong to be deceiving him like this, but this is where and roughly when we first encountered him, and HE said that a pair of us that already knew him left him here. Remember?” he asked, to further his effort for sake.

“Yeah,” she said after thinking it over for a moment, “but it doesn’t make me feel any better about it. I mean, think of how scared he’s going to be in the beginning.”

“Oh don’t worry, he’ll be fine. Besides, he said that phase ended pretty quickly anyways. Although he did mention an awful lot about how terrible it felt being separated from that bird of his,” The Doctor willing admitted, placing his hoof to his chin for a second.

“Are you sure he’s gonna be alright?” she still asked again. “Of course I am! We leave him behind, he meets a certain somepony, feels something he’s never felt before, we meet him for the first time, and then you know the rest from there. It’s all already happened, remember?” he asked rhetorically to drill in their own past one more time, hoping his unyielding confidence in the success of what they were doing would win her over like it had practically every other time.

Derpy took another moment to remain worried before she finally agreed that he was right. “Yeah, I guess. So, do we have to leave him now?” she then asked. “No, not just yet, we have to make sure he gets reported to the Commander, then we leave,” he answered her with the specifics of his intent, whilst they both look back out at Skasis sitting at the very edge of the fluffy white expanse.

Skasis continued peering over the cloud edge as a light-grey Pegasus stallion wearing a helm, but no armor, approached him, neither immediately aware of the other’s presence. The Pegasus was half-limping and gritting hard, bearing the pain of each full step rather than skipping the landing of his seemingly injured leg.

“Agh . . . Mmhph . . . hyh . . .”

Skasis heard the Pegasus grunting with each wince as he was passing behind him. He turned about to see the stallion walking in quite clear pain, and hesitated for a moment to debate drawing attention to himself before raising his voice. Before long, his aggravating conscience overtook his desire to get away from it . . . or at least what he’d always perceived to be so.

“Uh—Are you alright?” he ended up asking, somewhat awkwardly.

The Pegasus stallion only saw Skasis out of the corner of his eye, keeping his gaze focused at the cloud ground in front of him. “I took a grazing bash to my foreleg from a boulder earlier; I was passing close by in a flight drill maneuver," the soldier answered Skasis clearly.

“Did it feel like anything fractured?” Skasis asked the obvious and most urgent question to him. “Fractured? You mean break? No, no, I would have felt that. It was just a hard hit; it’s nothing I can’t deal with,” the stallion made the effort to assure him.

“I could give you something to take for the pain, if you want,” Skasis instinctively offered, only suddenly realizing the potential implications of giving fairly modern pharmaceutical medicine to a pony from nearly two millennia before the time such treatments existed.

“Give me something for the pain? What does that even—“ the stallion began to question, stopping and turning to give Skasis a quizzical look, only to realize upon looking straight at him that he is a unicorn. His face changed abruptly to shock and disbelief as his eyes leaped from Skasis’s horn to his hooves and back again, twice. His eyes enlarged greatly as they finally came to rest beholding Skasis’s hooves resting firmly on the cloud just as his own were.

Finally he raised his head back up to look Skasis in the face. “H—uh . . . –uht . . . WHAT?” were all the sounds and single word that immediately escaped from him.

Skasis, inept at handling rapidly developing social situations, defaulted to spitting forth the first response he could produce, which was fittingly the obvious truth. "Magic," he said. He even let his horn glow a second or two after the fact, just to add tangibility to the point.

The soldier momentarily froze up in denial. “That’s not possible!” he declared.

“Y—yeah, it is. I’m standing right here,” Skasis confirmed reality, with some bit of condescension.

The Pegasus shook his head for a few seconds, and then his expression oddly enough shifted into one of rising suspicion. “Wait a minute, what are you even doing up here?” he demanded to know. He took a more hostile stance, completely unsure of what to make of Skasis or his presence up in the clouds. Behind him, Derpy and The Doctor both emerged from the TARDIS after having observed most everything.

“Oh well there’s a simple explanation for that,” The Doctor said as the two of them approached.

The Lieutenant spun about sharp. He was left equally astonished again, seeing now an Earth Pony walking upon the surface of a cloud as well.

“You see, we’re all emissaries,” The Doctor spun up a quick, but witty lie. “It’s our duty to go around promoting the unity of our three tribes, and that includes up here in the magnificent clouds of Pegasopolis,” he kept pretending to explain.

“Emissaries?” the Pegasus stallion still questioned him, to which The Doctor of course gave another expounding response. “Of course! I mean even just look at us, three ponies, one from each tribe. Perfectly fitting, eh? I think it’s just brilliant! Here is our royal decree of emissarial duty by the three leaders of our tribes, if you’d like to inspect them by any means,” he said a mouthful, though paced enough to still be easily understood.

The Doctor produced a large, parchment-like piece of psychic paper, which the bewildered Pegasus easily perceived to be exactly what The Doctor had claimed it to be. He stood still running his mind through for a good moment before reacting.
“Well, sir, sir and ma’am, uh . . . welcome to Pegasopolis,” he welcomed and gave them a brief soldier’s salute, wincing as minimally as he could raising his right leg to bring his hoof up.

Derpy noticed just as quickly as Skasis had. “Are you hurt mister?” she asked with her natural concern. “Uh, it’s not anything I can’t deal with, and I there is no other option for me anyways; I’m to be one of of the Commander’s accompanying ranking officers to the three tribes unity summit this evening,” he told her, and consequentially Skasis as well.

“With your foreleg hurting that bad?” she persisted, only resulting in another response on his part of solidifying his position. “It’s as I already said, ma’am, it’s nothing that I can’t deal with. And besides, I don’t have any other choice,” he said.

“Sure you do! There’s got to be plenty of other willing soldiers you could trade positions with,” The Doctor threw his enthusiasm in along with his own suggestion. “Or couldn’t you also just tell the Commander that you don’t feel well enough to be on duty tonight? I mean you want to make sure you’re as capable as can be when you’re supposed to serve, right?” Derpy added in right afterwards.

“Of course I do!” the soldier snapped back at the two of them. “But what in the world beyond the sky would she do to me if I displayed that kind of weakness?! Asking her to take even a night’s leave, with just this excuse for an injury!? It’s not even broken!” he ranted, and as he did an audible edge of dread crept into his voice. His eyes even widened and his pupils swiftly constricted when he mentioned the possibility of the Commander taking disciplinary action against him. He went on, once his face returned to what its norm had been throughout their conversation. “I would probably get demoted for even asking something like that. And NO, I'm afraid there aren't plenty of other willing soldiers who could fill my position, I'm a senior officer! I’m sorry my emmissarial Pegasister, but I’ll be reporting for my duty tonight regardless of this pain,” he affirmed his intent to her.

“Now wait just one minute,” The Doctor objected, “if you’re not going to let Miss Doo talk you out of it, then you should at least allow Skasis to aid you as best he can,” he ended with the offer, pointing a hoof in Skasis’s direction.

The Lieutenant looked back over his shoulder at Skasis and then back to the two ponies in front of him again, seemingly unsure. “In what manor do you mean?” he asked.

“Well Skasis is quite the nifty medical magician,” The Doctor responded, with a benign amount of boastfulness.

“I’m a chemist, with magic,” Skasis sharply corrected him.

“. . . A rather capable magical fellow,” The Doctor semi-corrected himself after Skasis had, though without any change in his voice whatsoever. “I’m sure he could easily conjure you up something to at least just take that pain away for a fair share of time,” he promised the Pegasus.

“Yeah! He made those anti-bio-things for me when I was sick last week. I’m sure he can make pain-reliever stuff,” Derpy piped up with her own testimony as to Skasis’s capability.

The Pegasus turned about to directly face Skasis again, his face changing to one that looked quite convincing that he was debating giving in. “Are you some sort of Unicorn medic, or doctor, I believe you call them?” he asked Skasis.

Skasis was very thorough in his explanation of himself, wanting to be perfectly clear about what he could and couldn’t do, since The Doctor’s apparent way trying to help Skasis raise his self-esteem, which Skasis had never really had any of, was to consistently inflate Skasis’s image to others when speaking about him. “Not exactly,” he began, “my studies weren’t focused on medical practitioning, they just went into medical chemistry. I know what medical chemical compounds can treat certain things, so I can give you something to take, but that’s about it,” he finished saying.

The soldier tilted his head slightly to the side in a confused manor. “So . . . you just said . . . you’re not a doctor, but you are a doctor?” he asked, utterly lost. Skasis let out a sigh before he said anything else. “Ugh, just don’t worry about it. Do you want something to take or not? I’d really recommend it,” he asked and then added his own opinion.

Derpy flew around the Pegasus stallion to hover in front of him next to Skasis. “Please mister, you said you always want to be at your best. So if you have a chance to make sure you are, shouldn’t you take it?” she pleaded with him, not relenting on her encouragement for him to accept their help.

The soldier looked down and away, and then shifted his eyes over to his right leg, moving just an increment to test the pain. The end result was a sigh and him looking back up at Skasis.

“Alright, I’ll try whatever treatment you’re capable of giving,” he finally conceded and agreed. “It’s not a treatment,” Skasis corrected him, “I’m just going make a pain reliever for you to take.”

“What do you mean by take?” the soldier asked, looking for some clearer meaning. “Swallow, usually with water, depending on the form of the medication,” Skasis explained. “And you know what you need to give me to swallow?” the Lieutenant tried to lead with his question. “Well, not yet,” Skasis had to clarify, “I need to determine a few things first, at least the ones I know how to. I’ll need to see if there’s any actual bruising visible on your leg first.”

The Pegasus stallion looked down at his leg and then held it up and for Skasis to see. Skasis sifted and parts the Lieutenant’s leg fur with his magic and almost right away saw what looked like bruising just shy of being severe. He bared his teeth and lowered his eyebrows for a few seconds in the midst of a judgment call he felt unsure he was really qualified in any way to make, and then finally relented back to his normal composed expression, raising his head back to being level with the Lieutenant, who withdrew his foreleg after Skasis released it.

“It looks bad,” he said after looking it over, “but still well enough that it should probably heal on its own. The pain doesn’t seem to be too severe, since you can still walk and move your leg freely, so you shouldn’t need anything above some generic Hydrocodone at most," he ended up concluding.

Skasis slid one hoof across the underside of his chin for a brief moment, something he’d subconsciously picked up from The Doctor over the past weeks. “Hm, are you allergic to anything?” he asked. The response Skasis got was a lost look. “I . . . don’t even know what that means,” the soldier told him.

Skasis went on to elaborate for him. “Is there anything that you can’t eat, drink, smell or go near because bad stuff happens when you do: like your eyes get really watery, your throat swells, your stomach gets upset, or you start itching anywhere or all over?” he asked specifically.

“No, I’ve never even had anything like that happen, er, not suddenly," the stallion answered.

“If it wasn’t a sudden or a quick onset then it wasn’t a severe allergic reaction, so pretty much anything should be fine,” Skasis confirmed then.

“Uh, how long do you need this to last?” he questioned the Lieutenant again. “Um, my duty is over when we return with the Commander at midnight," the Pegasus answered again.

Skasis looked up to the sky, observing the position of the sun. “A little less than twelve hours . . . alright,” Skasis responded and thought for a few seconds before he came to a decision. “I think Tramadol would probably be best. It’s decently strong and it’s a lot less likely to give you any of the physically-impairing side-effects that the higher-order ones would. I’ll make it a really condensed tablet so it’ll hold a steady, gradual release," he told him.

Skasis lifted his head back and took in a very deep breath, then leaned down all the way to the cloud surface and exhaled. As he breathed out, his horn illuminated itself moderately and some alchemical lighting sparks up. Over about fifteen seconds, tiny strands of cloud seem to reach up to meet Skasis’s breath, and where they do a fine cherry red powder begins to form in the air amidst the lightning. After a certain amount, the formation of the red dust shrinks and compresses in on itself until it hardens into a little red tablet. A tiny tuft of cloud beneath it crushed itself down into a parasprite-sized floating sphere of water, which Skasis let the Tramadol tablet to sink down into before levitation it up to the Lieutenant’s lips.

“Here, this should be enough to swallow with,” Skasis told him. The Lieutenant nodded, and stared peculiarly at the tiny little tablet-holding water ball for a moment before opening his mouth wide and closing it down and completely around the floating water. A second later he visibly swallows and looks hesitantly at Skasis as if he is unsure of what to expect next. “You should start to feel a difference within about ten minutes,” Skasis explained to him, “and then most of the pain will likely be gone in half an hour.”
“Well, I don’t know if this will even work, but I thank you anyways . . .” the soldier thanked him, up to the point of realizing that he’s unaware of Skasis’s name.

“Skasis Paradigm,” Skasis gave his name at the prompting to.

“Thank you Emmissary Paradigm. I am Lieutenant Stratomane, leader of the 4th squadron of the evening guard," the Lieutenant identified himself. He saluted Skasis, though with a visible flinch at the pain of doing so, having only taken the Tramadol moments before. Skasis gives something of discomforted look at the soldier’s salute of him, the same that usually came from him receiving praise.

“And there you have it fine sir, our Skasis sure is quite the pony to keep around,” The Doctor just then even started boasting about him. “Yeah, he can make medicine sometimes, but he’s also Really awesome at blowing stuff up sometimes,” Derpy added as she shifted back to hovering by The Doctor’s side.

“I’ll second that!” The Doctor threw on additional praise to their unicorn friend, who only grew more uncomfortable upon receiving it. “There’s no way we wouldn’t escaped from the fortress of the Intergalactic Cult of Space Dragons without him, what with him blasting through eight walls in a row and all.” The Doctor finished their recollection of their most recent adventure, or so he referred to them.

The Lieutenant turned to give them possibly the most horribly confused and confounded look in the universe, switching it as he turned his head back to Skasis to one that conveyed the message that he was questioning whether or not they were insane. Skasis tilted his head down a little and shook it in an extremely slow manor. The Lieutenant nodded his head just slightly enough so that only Skasis took notice of it, and then he took a few steps out from in between the three of them.

“Well, I thank you again. Is there anything I might be able to assist the three of you with while you are here? I can provide with direction to anywhere in the city, or I can serve as your accompanying guard if you wish, until I have to report to my assigned duty,” the Lieutenant both thanked and offered the three of them.

The Doctor’s stomach conveniently growled just at the same moment, leaving him perked up at the Lieutenant’s offer to lead them around. “Ah, yes please, could you possibly allude to the closest dinning locale so we might enjoy a fair bit of lunch?” he asked the soldier.

“Certainly,” the Lieutenant immediately confirmed. “As welcomed emissaries you should be treated to the Ranking Officers’ Dining Hall at the very least. I’ll come with you and explain your presence, although some of my fellow senior officers may still ask to see your regal-decree parchment,” he said, and forewarned them.

“Fantastic,” The Doctor responded with excitement, “let’s get a move one then, I’m sure we’re all quite hungry.” “Yeah, we haven’t eaten anything since before SOMEPONY lead us headlong into that cult-fortress place!” Derpy decided to add, glaring accusingly at The Doctor.

Both Skasis’s and the Lieutenant’s eyes widened for a few seconds at the other two’s revival of their previous subject, as the Lieutenant lead them into the newly-founded city of clouds.

Author's Note

Ok, to answer a few things that might come up with the context of this story:

Yes, I do hold the headcannon of Doctor Whooves literally being The Doctor, and I hold Derpy as his companion like most. They don't play an overtly huge part in the story, at least not after their role in stranding Skasis in the time period of the founding of Equestria.

Yes, I'm just stating before any reader might ask: Commander Hurricane is a MARE to me. And, the cover art image for this story, drawn by the credited artist, is how I pictured her when writing this.

For the Pegasi military ranking system, I devised my own using rank-names from different military branches. Lieutenant in the Pegasi military of the founding time period is much higher rank than I believe it normally is in the real-world officer system, depending on the branch.

Anything else that is asked or brought up as a question I will gladly answer in the author's notes of the next chapter (so everypony can see it, though I will also still reply in the comments to whomever originally asked).

Please read, and hopefully enjoy :) I've put more work into this story than any other. I have somewhere near 200 pages completed on my laptop, and just need to edit each portion before I upload. I should be able to hold a rate of a couple chapters per week for the next month or two.