Skasis stood beside the Commander at the near end of the banquet table. The table was arrayed with enough food for only a small assembly of ponies, 10 at most. The only other ponies present apart from them are the Commander’s guard squadron that had accompanied them, and four other dressed ponies from each tribe.

Grand Announcement, the Earth Pony who had called out their welcome just moments before suddenly shouts out again from outside the hall’s doors. “Cordial and royal welcome, to her High Regal Majesty: Princess Platinum!” he declares for all of the few ponies present to hear.

The doors opened behind them, and everypony turned about to see the Princess entering the hall. She entered wearing her natural facial expression, one showing how beneath her the action of walking was. A pony Skasis assumes to be Clover the Clever accompanies her, along with a nameless brown Unicorn gently levitating the princess’s royal robe for her so it didn’t touch the ground, while also carrying a finely tasseled velvet pillow for her seat.

“Good evening, Commander. And . . . associate?” she greeted her fellow ruler, only to become confused upon noticing Skasis standing beside the Pegasus mare.

“Commander? Is this not one of my subjects? Whatever do you have him in your company for?” Princess Platinum asked the Commander.

“This, is Skasis Paradigm, and YES he is a unicorn, one of outstanding medical skill,” she responded.

Skasis mentally sighed. “Why does everypony keep giving everypony else the wrong impression? If ANYTHING I’m a Pharmacist, and I don’t even match the qualifications for that,” he thought to himself.

“I’ve been making use of him for the last two weeks to help treat our infirmary patients in Pegasopolis,” the Commander went on to explain, after which the Princess gasped. “You’ve kidnapped him? How dare you!” she threw her accusation at the Pegasi leader.

“No, PRINCESS,” the Commander began to reply, “my soldiers found him wandering about up in the clouds, claiming to be an emissary. I then interrogated him, of course, and found out who he really was.”

“Hmpf! How absurd!” Princess Platinum respond immediately, sticking her nose up in the air. “Do honestly expect me to believe that your troops just found a pony who is not in any way a Pegasus, as far from one as can be, walking in the clouds?” she asked.

Skasis could see the Commander was quickly becoming furious, her face seeming as if she might be about to explode, concerning Skasis to the point he wonders if his presence in the past might end up disrupting the founding period of Equestria.

“Actually your Majesty,” Clover the Clever suddenly interrupted, “there is a cloud-walking spell certain unicorns can cast. It allows them to walk on clouds like Pegasi for three days, after which they need simply cast it again, if they have the magical skill.”

The Princess turned her head toward her advisor, and then Clover turned her own to look at Skasis.

“I’m sure he must have been using it if he was up there, or else he would have fallen straight through,” Clover affirmed.

“Well, I’ll take YOUR word that it is possible, my dear,” the Princess finally agreed, and then snapped her head back to match the Commander’s gaze with an accusing look glare. “But I still say YOU kidnapped this poor stallion,” she said, pointing a hoof.

“Ah-actually, ma’am—your Majesty, ah-I was already there,” Skasis stated, speaking plainly and calmly while inside desperately hoping his own testimony would defuse anything that this debate over his supposed kidnapping might start.

The Princess widened her eyes and paused in shock for a brief moment before she replied in anyway. “Well . . . I guess I can believe YOU, then, Sir Paradigm. And, it IS: Your Majesty, dear,” she said, and of course made sure to correct him.

Skasis nodded affirmatively, smiling in relief at the broken tension.

“But . . . how in heavens did you get up there?” the Princess then asked.

Skasis froze up for a second, his mind racing, and failing as it normally did often when he was forced to think fast. He just barely ended up being able to speak an excessively incomplete version of the truth. “Ah—I had friends that took me there,” he explained very loosely.

“Do you mean Pegasi friends?” the Princess asked in return, sounding extremely surprised.

“They would have to be; how else would he have gotten up there?” Clover suddenly spoke again, stepping in. “I think that’s wonderful, don’t you Your Majesty? Pegasi and unicorns befriending one another, and pegasi allowing a unicorn into the sky; it’s a great sign of how much our unity’s already come along,” she said with a truly genuine smile.
Princess Platinum sighed, and agreed, “yes, I suppose . . .”

She took a second to place a hoof to the side of her chin as she looked Skasis over from her spot.

“Although,” she began, “I would still worry about ONE tribe passing their bad habits onto the other. Just look at this poor thing: he’s at least managed to keep his mane well kept, but even then his hair is greasing, he has dark patches under his eyes, his coat is stained, his fur itself is dirty and it looks as if it’s going to become soggy from . . . uhhckl, perspiration . . .”

Skasis, two weeks ago put down by the Commander for wanting to keep a well-groomed appearance, now felt embarrassed by Platinum’s comments. Negative comments hurt him coming from anypony, though for some hidden reason any comment from the Commander held more wait to him than anypony else, but what the Princess said still hurt in a way as well; it left him feeling as if he just couldn’t win. Still, he maintained his composure, not willing to allow his head to hang for her.

“You know WHY that is, Princess?” Commander Hurricane suddenly spoke out again, even taking a step part-way in front of Skasis as if she were protecting him. “That’s from him applying himself completely and absolutely all day, every day, doing HARD WORK! When was the last time you did any?” she proclaimed what she thought of Skasis, and in a way all but denounced Princess Platinum.

Skasis’s eyes swelled and his irises shrank as they drifted to the Commander, glazed and sparkling. His mouth hangs a third open again out of his utter shock at the words she’d just spoken of him.

“I beg your pardon? I spend my entire day ruling over my subjects!” Princess Platinum declared in an obstinately pious tone.

“Sitting on a throne doesn’t count,” the Commander just denounced her again, this time with the same unimpressed look Skasis he seen from her himself plenty of times.

The Princess opened her mouth to respond again, but Clover places a hoof on her shoulder, halting the young monarch’s speech.

“Princess please, we’ve just come into unity and I know it might be hard for a lot ponies to just throw away old differences and sentiments as if they don’t exist, but we can’t afford any of this. Think of all your subjects still migrating down from the Northern Land. You don’t want them to arrive in this beautiful new land and find chaos and unsettled dissent, do you?” Clover reasoned with her.

The Princess looked at Clover carefully for a good moment, finally letting everything go only after thinking clearly about everything her advisor had just said.

“No,” she gave in to her real desire . . . for peace for her subjects, “not after what we all endured under the power of those Winter demons . . . all of us.”

The Princess looked right at the Commander when she finished her sentence. Clover smiled, relieved at her monarch’s relent. The Commander continued to initially, but after a few passing seconds of feeling Skasis looking to her with worried eyes she too summed up the strength of her being to let everything wash away.

The Princess turned away and walked delicately to the other end of the table, Clover and her servant pony following with her. When she reached the other end and came about to face down the length of the table, she looked at Skasis peculiarly.

“Dear? Do come over here and rejoin us,” she said.

Skasis’s chest clenched up as he was forced to make a choice. He had no true idea how both leaders will react to one choice or the other. His choice felt clear to him, and he credited it to familiarity . . . but he still wasn’t completely sure how it would turn out.

“Uh-Actually, Your Majesty,” he told her, “ah-I’m fine with remaining here.”

The Commander, looking across to the Princess, couldn’t help but allow herself a victorious smirk for a few seconds.

The Princess, on the other hoof, was left looking completely void of comprehension.

“But . . . whatever do you mean, dear? Don’t you want to sit with your own tribe?” she asked.

“A-actually since I’ve been serving with the Commander, ah-I feel more in-place over here,” he replied.

The Commander let her smirk of victory subside, but only to glance at the white unicorn by her side with a strong look of approval. Clover the Clever smiled with gladness at Skasis’s statement, presuming his concern for their unity is as great as hers. The Princess, however, was still utterly dumbfounded.

One of the double-doors of the hall was suddenly opened again, and Grand Announcement stepped inside, looking to the Commander.

“I plead your pardon, Commander Hurricane, but there are two ponies requesting to be let into the hall, for the purpose of seeing you. One of them is one of your soldiers I believe: a Private Pansy,” he told her.

“Let them in at once!” she demanded.

“As you wish, Valiant Commander,” the Earth Pony bowed curtly as he agreed.

Grand Announcement vanished out through narrowly opened door, and a few seconds later the two doors are opened in full, and Private Pansy walks through the doorway with Grain beside her.

The Private looked so happy, though still giving off her timid demeanor, but she was smiling. Grain was practically beaming, keeping his eyes to his mended mate.

Skasis expected what he saw next: the Commander’s mouth opening to reveal shock for a moment, before giving way to what is by far the greatest display of joy Skasis had yet seen her give.

“Private . . . sister, you came all this way? You were able to leave your home?” she ask, astonished.

Pansy nodded back gently. “It’s amazing,” she said in her naturally soft voice, “it’s like I don’t feel frightened anymore. Well, I’m still nervous the same as I always was even back when I served you, but I’ve felt so much better ever since Doctor Paradigm gave me those . . . those little things.”

“Yes,” Grain began to add on more after Pansy had spoken, “it’s been so wonderful! She hardly feels anywhere near as queasy as she used to, and just yesterday, she didn’t even feel her belly bothered at all! She’s been able to walk around outside throughout the day again, she’s become only half as skittish as she was, and she’s been sleeping with peace, whole nights through; oh I’m so glad.” The brown earth pony looked so sweetly at Pansy as he spoke his finishing set of words.

The Commander was left actually speechless for the first time Skasis had seen, making him wonder how long Pansy had suffered her condition for prior to his treating it.

“Oh, Commander Hurricane, Sir,” Pansy said, raising her hoof to salute, “may we join you, Sir?” The Commander immediately returned her salute, allowing them both to immediately drop their hooves.

“Of course! You know well you’re more welcome than anypony else,” the Commander answered with a proud smile.

“Oh, thankyou Sir,” Pansy said.

To the surprise of most in the gathering hall, the Commander suddenly reached out and pulled Pansy to her in a pony hug. “It’s good to have your company again, sister,” she said as she hugged the frailer Pegasus,.

The Commander let her go and Pansy stepped over to sit beside her on her left, leaving her standing now with Pansy on and Grain on one side and Skasis on the other. Skasis turned his eyes back down the table for a few seconds. When he brought them back to the three ponies now on his left, he found the Commander looking back at him with a look he had only received once from her before, that of appreciation, only this time much, much greater.

“I misjudged you, Prissy Hooves, and even underestimated you. While you’ll get no apology from me . . . I do have much you deserve my gratitude for,” she said to him, not in a whisper but just quietly enough for only him to clearly hear.

Skasis added another eye sparkling moment to his list. Every positive comment from her was filling and lifting his spirit like Helium in an airship balloon.

“Oh! Ah . . .” Grain suddenly spoke up, “I beg your pardons, Princess,” paused to kneel in Princess Platinum’s direction as well as dip his head to the Commander after rising back up, “Commander, my sister is accompanying the Chancellor. They may be a bit late; she said the Chancellor’s been getting a little bit of a cold. But I’m sure Sir Skasis can easily remedy it!”

“Indeed, I’m more than certain it’s within his ability,” the Commander agreed.

“Humble welcomes to the . . .” Grand Announcement had to pause for a sigh before he went any further, “the inside-the-chimney-thinking Chancellor PuddingHead!”

The doors were opened once again, and the unmistakable Chancellor PuddingHead came springing in, with Smart Cookie following behind in normal step.

“I apologize everypony,” Smart Cookie said as they entered, “we were delayed by . . . the Chancellor trying to blow her nose . . . for half an hour.”

The Chancellor spoke up for herself instantly, and in an extremely congested, nasally voice. “I told you, it’s all about technique! Now if I just remember whether it’s a huff and a puff, or a puff and then a huff?” she said.

Smart Cookie rolled her eyes and then let them drift as they please.

“Sister,” Grain greeted her, “I was just mentioning before you arrived how Sir Skasis could probably cure the Chancellor.”

“Yeah, after what he did for Pansy, I wouldn’t believe there’s nopony he can’t fix up,” she agreed with her brother, and then looked over to the Commander. “Pardon me, Commander, but would it . . .” she went to ask, but stopped when she saw that Skasis was actually with the Commander right then and there.

“Well look at that, you’re already here!” she said in such thrilled manner to Skasis.

“Indeed he is,” the Commander said, “I intended on bringing him here specifically for the reason of introducing him to my fellow leaders.”

“Oh!” Grain suddenly suggests, “perhaps having him heal the Chancellor would be a much better introduction?”

“My thinking exactly,” the Commander agreed, to the shock of Grain, Pansy and Smart Cookie. She snapped her head back to Skasis. “Prissy Hooves, give whatever treatment you can to the Chancellor,” she ordered.

Skasis looked quickly from her to the Chancellor and back twice, his mind taking it’s couple seconds to catch up with the sudden command. He threw a quick, but correctly formed salute. “Yes Sir,” he responded.

Skasis retracted his salute and trotted around and over to Chancellor PuddingHead, who appeared baffled.

“Wait, what’s going on here?” she said almost accusingly, looking with shady eyes at everypony else in the gathering hall.

“This here is Sir Skasis, your chancellorship. He’s a doctor of sorts, and a pretty incredible one at that,” Smart Cookie explained.

“Are you sure Smart Cookie,” the Chancellor contested, and then suddenly went spouting off, “cause he looks a lot more like a really smart unicorn from the future who got stuck in the past when he tried to use a teleportation spell after his friends had only somehow he didn’t teleport to the same place they did but instead ended up in a MAAagical blue box with a time-travelling pony and a blond Pegasus mare that brought him to our time and then left him here about two weeks, four hours and twenty-seven minutes ago.”

Everypony in the room wass left with inflated eyes and shrunken irises, unable to fathom the perceived nonsense they had just heard. Skasis’s face, however, was racing from utter disbelief into real fear, wondering horribly just what this truth might end up bringing about.

Smart started laughing nervously, and tried her best to protect Skasis’s sanity in her eyes. “Eh-haha, ah-heheh, uh don’t mind the Chancellor when she does that, she . . . uh, well . . . uh, does that, sometimes . . . a lot. Just ask her whatever Doctor questions you need to and she’ll respond like a normal pony, mostly,” she tried to assure him back to a normal state.

Skasis’s eyes were still a telltale giveaway of the alarms going off within him, and two ponies did catch that sign of there being more than just the usual reaction to Chancellor Puddinghead’s nonsense, though for the moment they both held themselves quiet, wondering.

“. . . uuhhh, d-d-do . . . agh,” Skasis tried to speak, but still head to shake his head a few times, “w-what’s wrong, exactly?”

“Well, my nose is all stuffly,” the Chancellor responded in her nasally voice, “and like whenever I lie down, whichever side I lay on is the only one that feels stuffed up, and when I roll over it’s like I can feel whatever’s jammed up in there go from one side to the other.”

“. . . Are there any other symptoms?” he asked.

“Symptoms? OO! Are those like symbols that monkeys play?” she beamed up in response to what she thought he meant.

Skasis’s eyelids fell half-way down in an unamused stared. “Is there anything else wrong?” he corrected his own question.
“Hmmmmm, nope!” she answered.

Skasis thought for only a few seconds before he answered, “Pseudoephed.”

“Psupo-whatnow?” she asked the same everypony else had at every medication’s name.

“Pseudoephedrine,” he explained, “it’s a simple nasal-decongestant. Here.”

Skasis turned behind him to the banquet table and fired up a quick transmutation spell, removing a cubic inch of wood and producing twelve circular red tablets from it as his horn glowed. Clover the Clever watched on intently, intrigued by this unheard-of medical practice.

“My word! How brazen of you!” Princess Platinum suddenly shouted out. “I’ll have you know this table is made of FINE Ash timber!” she told him harshly. Skasis ignored the remark, while Commander Hurricane glared her annoyance at the Princess across the table.

“Swallow two of these now, then two more when you go to bed tonight,” Skasis told the Chancellor, turning back around and passing her the Pseudoephed tablets. “Go ahead and take two when you wake up and when you go sleep every day until they’re gone,” he said as well.

“OO, cherry flavor!” she remarked with thrill, at which Smart Cookie had to facehoof herself.

The Chancellor ripped two of the Pseudophed tablets out of Skasis’s levitation field and swallowed them down without water or hesitation, leaving Skasis wide-eyed, along with everypony else.

“Bleh! That didn’t even taste like cherry! What kind of candy is this?” she demanded.

“It’s . . . not . . . candy, it’s medicine,” Skasis almost could speak straight, lost at how exactly to deal with . . . well, this.

“Oh, why didn’t you say so earlier?” she asked as if he hadn’t.

Skasis wanted to facehoof himself so badly, but not with everypony’s attention on him. Behind the Chancellor though, he had seen Smart Cookie doing such to herself in his place, and now she even shook her head with her face still buried in her hoof as if she were trying to grind her own sanity away so the Chancellor’s lack of it wouldn’t bother her so much.

“Ah-yes, well, perhaps now we should all get around to conducting our delegation?” The Princess suggested.

“Indeed,” Commander Hurricane instantly agreed, for the first time anypony had ever heard.

“Yeah . . . Sir Skasis’s treatments take a little while to start working anyways,” Smart Cookie went ahead and agreed for Chancellor Puddinghead before the Chancellor could speak for herself.

“Right then, so—“ the Princess began, and the three leaders went into discussing of all of their most concerning matters. In the meanwhile, Cover walks away from the Princess and makes her way over towards Skasis, inquisitive about his strange treatment methods. Skasis had uncertainly stood in the same position near the Chancellor for the past moment, and was now casually making his way back to the Commander.

“Skasis Paradigm?” she asked for his attention, drawing him to turn around and face her.

“I’m Clover the Clever,” she said with a curt bow of her head and a single foreleg held across her chest while she did such. “I was wondering about those small-little items you gave Chancellor PuddingHead? I’ve never seen, heard or even read about treatment like that,” she questioned him curiously.

Skasis freezes again, his wits taking long to coalesce. He debates as quickly as he can what to do. The only conclusion was the one he came to: no matter how bad he was at lying, there was no way he could allow ponies to know of chemical medications two millennia before their time.

“Uh-i-it’s nothing, nothing significant. I-it’s just a c—condensed form of a simple remedy from where I’m from,” he tried to pass a false explanation off.

“Really? Where exactly was this in the old land?” she asked.

“Uhh . . . far in the North,” he answered.

“Really? What herbs and mixtures is this remedy composed from?” she just asked onward.

Skasis’s head lowered and tightened towards his neck, his desperation to be out from under Clover’s curious scrutiny rapidly rising. And, it wasn’t something she went without noticing.

“Ah-I honestly couldn’t tell you,” was the only thing he could think of right then.

Clover tilted her head and gave Skasis a questioning look, and all of the sudden her horn lights up, though in a faint enough glow not to be noticed by anypony else but him. And, as it did her began to glaze over quickly with different colors. He knew exactly what she was doing; it was a magic insight spell! Some could allow their unicorn caster to see when another pony was lying, and that’s what the Royal Guard in Skasis’s own time used them most frequently for, and some like his own allowed unicorn doctors to see how somepony’s physiology was functioning. However, they could see other things if the caster was powerful enough . . .

Upon viewing him through her insight spell for a few seconds, she let out a silent gasp. She can see his trailing timeline stretching back and forth across their land and time . . . and then warping off and away into the cascading temporal gulf.

Skasis might not have ever seen anypony cast such a magical insight spell before, but her reaction was more than enough to make it obvious what she’d seen.

“Great, you’re the first pony to know,” he said flatly before she could speak.

“When?” she demanded an answer, though still retaining the self-control to confine herself to a whisper.

“The future; far in it,” was all he answered. “Don’t . . . say anything, please?” he begged, though very, very simply.

Clover appeared confused for a few seconds, and then seemed to give considerable thought to his begging request.

“Ponies from this time have a hard enough time believing in many forms of magic,” Skasis decided to add on an argument in his favor, “I’m pretty sure time travel is pretty damn far beyond anypony’s belief tolerance level.”

Clover sighed after Skasis had finished speaking. “I’m pretty sure I understand you’re reasoning, and I promise shouting out your secret wasn’t at all what my mind what jumping to,” she said, sounding sad, actually, to Skasis’s surprise. “But,” she added, “I just really wish Star Swirl could have known about this . . . but not as much as I wish he could’ve lived long enough to see our unity.”

Clover spoke chords of history that Skasis never knew.

“He died before this whole set of events started?” he asked.

She nodded solemly in response before she spoke to answer, “I-it was two years before the winter storm and the Windigos. It’s the reason I’m the royalty’s advisor now . . . I really miss him.” Her head slumped down until her eyes and muzzle were aimed straight down towards the floor . . . and after a moment Skasis sees to wet dots suddenly appear on the floor beneath Clover’s eyes. He shifted his own eyes off the side, looking into the wall rather than at the grieving pony in front of him.

Clover seems to firm her face, and she allows herself ultimately no more than a minute of silence before lifting her head again, whilst the conversation between the three leaders continues.

“Alright,” she promised, “you have my word that I won’t reveal anything about you to anypony.”

“I can withhold you’re what I know about you,” she went on, “although since I didn’t exactly find out by asking, I think it’s only fair that I tell you everything else I know, that you might not.”

Skasis tilted his head a bit this time.

“And what, exactly, what do—you know about me that I don’t know about myself?” he asked, both curious and suspicious.

When I looked at you with my magical insight, I obviously saw your individual timestrand, and that its line of origin trailed off much farther into the temporal gulf than I could see . . .” she begins to explain, and glows her horn again, recasting the spell.

“There’s something more that’s . . . strange. You’re displaced from when you were, but . . . your temporal geometry matches the fittings of our timestream, of here and now, you seem more in-sync with our time than the time it looks like you came from, or at least more than your timeline seems to match everything around it in the direction it trails off in.” she explained as she looked through the spell’s vision one more time.

“I belong two thousand years from now,” Skasis tried to declare “. . . with mein bruder ...”

Clover understood what Skasis said even with no knowledge of the Germane language, and she feels a deal of sympathy for his disconnection, imagining it to be something possibly resembling the harshness of her losing Star Swirl.

“I’m sure it work itself out,” she said to try and lift his outlook, “Star Swirl always told me: “No matter how powerful chaos or the darkness become, the universe will ultimately never let them cascade, otherwise it would be its own undoing.”

“Clover the Clever,” Princess Platinum’s call suddenly interrupted their interaction, “come back to my side and carry these new agreement scrolls for me; we’re finished here.”

“Already? That fast?” Clover asked, genuinely surprised given it had only been twenty minutes at most.

“Yup!” Chancellor Puddinghead added herself in, “we were all talking about how we can’t fit anymore ponies into this spot underneath the mountain so we gonna talk about how to deal with it, but there wasn’t that much to talk about since the Commander’s recon troops found this awesome big island just a short journey away, and a really nice coastal flatland just a short journey too!”

Skasis instantly made the connection to the foundational settlements that would become Manehatten and Baltimare over the course of the next two millennia.

“Well,” Clover said, turning to Skasis one last time, “I guess I might being seeing you alongside the Commander at more of these meetings then. Farewell until next time.”

Clover walked away, rejoining the Princess and levitating a collection of scrolls up off the table. The Princess herself looked to Skasis, who was still in place, and unsure of what was exactly going to happen to him next.

“Dear, please by all means, do join with us,” she offered him, “I’ll even allow for you to enter the temporary palace if you don’t have a home. I’d always go out of my way to at least make sure none of my subjects are deprived of a bath and good hygene.” She gave a brief, disapproving look to the Commander when she said her last bit.

Skasis looked over at the Princess only once. He debated to himself for just a few seconds, but he felt the pull from within him and he knew what his decision was, though not whether the Commander would permit him to make it, although he desperately hoped she will.

“No thank you, Your Majesty,” he responded to her, “like I already said . . . I feel more comfortable serving the Commander. And, I really do love living in the sky.”

Skasis turns slowly back to see what the Commander’s expressive reaction at least would be, and he is so joyously shocked to find the same victorious grin from before aimed at him, although this is even closer to a smile, and with far less of a competitive air to it.

“Well, I guess his final choice has been made, if you’ll allow it Your Highness,” Commander Hurricane said matter-of-factedly, and with a clearly audible air of satisfaction.

“But . . . but I just don’t understand,” the Princess said, “or, well, agh, I will not deny the young stallion of his rights. If he wants to live rough and tumble with you, he certainly can. But . . . dear, are you sure?”

“I’m fine,” he assures her with a smile of his own, “I think I like being roughed-and-tumbled.”

The Commander actually laughed right then, granted in a more restrained manner keeping her mouth close. But still, it was enough to well happiness up within Skasis when he saw it.

“Very well then,” she said to him, then turned and ordered her guards, “guard, disperse, you’re all dismissed early. I will return to Pegasopolis myself with the medical asset.”

All four the soldiers who had accompanied her and Skasis saluted, and upon her return of it they about face and file out the door, lifting away into the sky once outside.

“Are you ready to return, Prissy Hooves?” she asked him with a grin.

“Yes Sir!” he said, returning the same.

Commander Hurricane wasted no time, grabbing Skasis then and there, and flying them out and off into the night and clouded sky.

Author's Note

Well, here's the interaction/introduction of the other leaders & assistants as promised.

Not much else I can immediately think to comment on, just if you have any questions/uncertainties please ask as always.

I was also beginning to debate potentially creating an ask blog on tumblr at some point for Skasis & Commander Hurricane, either separately or both in one, along with maybe another for Lightning Dust+ from my other fic on this site. If anypony out there is a vetted-enough ( and I use this word very cautiously, since so many differ in its interpretation) fan to the point of caring/being interested in such a thing, please do let me know so I can at least gain some idea as to such.