Author's Note

Okay two things. First, I lost my marbles, second, I am amazingly tired and made the mistake of deleting my old Notes, so fun! Also, I don't know where I'm going with this anymore, so if there is anyone else still reading this, then suggestions would be thought upon! (not immediately accepted because, well, reasons.)

The Run-on sentence

Luna was enjoying a warm cup of tea, sitting on her balcony, overlooking the kingdom. She gazed over the green landscape that was Equestria, the ridge-line that hid the train tracks leading to Ponyville from sight. as her gaze followed them, she smiled as her eyes came to rest upon the peaceful town, remembering her first Nightmare Night. looking on, she takes another sip, smiling at the taste.
Suddenly she jumps as a small rumble shakes her room, but she quickly calms down and laughs at herself, taking another sip.

Luna's guards sat just outside her door, lightly resting on the halberds they wielded, but snapped to attention to see a familiar and not so happy Celestia galloping up to them.
"Out of my way," she said angrily. "I need to speak with that annoying child I call my sister!" The guards hastily opened the doors, and Celestia stomped inside, slamming the door behind her.
"LUNA!!" Celestia yells out, drawing a curious glance from her sister, but Luna does other other than say, "You could have opened up by saying 'hello,' Tia."
"This isn't a time for jokes, Luna, and this time I think you pushed it a bit far, don't you?"
Luna looks over and gives her sister a more serious look, setting down the tea and turning her body over to face her.
"Tia, what do you think I did? I haven't caused any shenanigans since yesterday."
"Then how do you explain THIS?!" Celestia brings over a mirror and casts a spell over it, showing a grassy field not far from Sweet Apple Acres. Turning it to Luna, she sees the land is dotted with small, yellow splotches and numerous, eh, things. Luna looks up and gives her sister a startled look, asking "Are those pineapples?!"
"Yes, Luna, they are."
"Can you tell me why you think I would be behind this?"
"Because it certainly isn't normal, and I don't think Cadance has gone mad yet."
"She does not have to be insane to do this."
"Neither do you."
"But I didn't!"
"Then WHO DID? This is obviously impacting the wildlife, and if this goes on for much longer, then the whole of Equestria may be in a crisis!"
Luna shrugged, trying to regain her cool, which at the moment was about to run away, and said, "Maybe this 'crisis' will sort itself out. maybe its like an on-off switch, something that happends on its own but goes away." Celestia gave her sister a look that said "Yeah right," and replied, "So if it WAS like an on-off switch, how long do you think these intervals would last?"
Luna could only shrug. She held no power over falling pineapples. "Minutes, maybe. Hours, days, maybe even- or maybe just that long." Luna looked out her balcony again to see the rain had stopped. No pineapples in the sky, the land now more yellow than its previous shades, and a noticable amount of damage done to windows.
Celestia caught the look and followed her gaze, gasping at the sudden stop in downfall. "It seems our problem may have solved itself, sister. I'll talk with the council about this later." She turned and made to leave, but, remembering something, suddenly turned and gave her sister a sudden whack it the head with one of her pillows off her bed, surprising Luna, who at the moment was attempting a sip at her tea, from which she spat out the balcony. "AND NEXT TIME LEAVE MY SINK ALONE!!! IT WAS FINE WITHOUT ALL THE LIQUID CHEESE IN IT!!!" Celestia turned again and quickly trotted out, leaaving her sister dumbfounded on her balcony, who moments later broke out in laughter, stopping when she dropped her tea and splashed it on her flank.
"Oh, dear..." she muttered, examining the stain and picking herself up to make for her shower. This was certainly going to be a long day.

Several hours later

Lance awoke in his bed, not remembering how he got there and frankly not caring. What he did care about was his brother.
"LIMBO!" He yelled out, stumbling on a loose bullet rolling on the floor. Making his way out of the bunk room, he stumbles around inside for a moment, fumbling with the latch and opens the doorway, finding his brother laying on the deck and runs over to him, checking his pulse and, when finding one, lets out his breath, giving the bruise on Limbo's face a look but dismisses it. Turning back to Limbo, Lance shakes him a little, and Limbo rolls over, muttering, "Bugger off, Lance, it's past 9."
"No it's not, Limbo, now get your ass up," Lance reaches down to grab his shoulder and roll him over, but Limbo swats his hand off and says, "lies."
Sighing, Lace slowly gets up and walks over to a nearby sink just inside the doorway, opening the cupboard and pulling out a bucket, turning on the tap and filling the bucket. That being done, Lance walks back to Limbo, carrying the bucket. Tipping it ever so slightly, he lets the water trickle down, down to Limbo's head, soaking his hair and drizzling over his cheek. Lance tips it back and keeps much of the water inside the bucket. Limbo gives out a small groan but does nothing other than that.
"You brought this on yourself," Lance says, and dumps the rest of the water, splashing it on Limbo's head, and he screeches, jumping to his feet and wiping his face, stopping to slap Lance, glaring at him.
"Goddamit Lance! I was having the best- oh hey, what the hell?" Limbo observes the landscape, just now seeing the lack of water.
"I was wondering that too," says Lance, not turning and instead facing a familiar sight. "At least the Parliament Followed us here.
Limbo turns around, looking at the supercarrier, then remembers something.
"y'know, I think Swift, Raven and Robin are all aboard. Do you think they're alright?"
Limbo turns and gives him a look that says, "You serious mate?"
"Yeah, they'll be fine."
Just then Robin decides to make himself known. He had been leaning on the door frame, looking at them with his tired gaze. Though he had slept a while, he still felt a bit tired, probably form the stress of not knowing the fate of his brother.
"Hey lads, sleep well?" Lance turns and gives him a lazy thumbs up.
"Sure, did you tuck me in?"
"I'll leave that question unanswered."
"Have it your way. Hey, how'd you get on board? The power's out, and I get the feeling the mattress was torn."
"Walked in the front door."
Lance gives him a funny look, but says nothing else about it, instead asking, "Do you know where we are?"
Robin simply shrugs. "No idea, but if I had to guess I would say, uhh, not Earth. Nothing can possibly be this perfect in that pollution-ridden world."
"Maybe an alternate dimension?" Limbo drops in.
"Whatever it may be," Robin says "It can't be much worse from how we are now."
Obviously, he jinxed it.
Robin suddenly stopped and listened as he heard a small moaning coming from somewhere, tensing his muscles in the case of an ambush. Lance and Limbo see the movement but stay relaxed, confident in their current security. Honing in on the source, Robin climbs the ladder leading to the Missile Turrets, finding a sorry-looking Falcon laying on the ground, clutching his knee. He rushes over, helping Falcon to his feet and slinging his arm over his shoulders, carrying him to the slower, much more convenient elevator leading back down to the main room, and Lance runs back inside with Limbo on his heels. Robin holds Falcon while Lance and Limbo clear a table top, and Falcon continues to be useless by making pitifully painful noises every so often. After the table is cleared, Robin runs to the infirmary to find first aid supplies, and Lance calls Ordan over the intercom, calling him down to the scene. Limbo keeps pressure on the injury and tries to calm Falcon, though there isn't much he can do other than cover the injury with a cushion.
Ordan rushes in moments after Robin jogs in with a jumble of supplies and bandages and such, and Ordan runs over, grabbing a needle filled with morphine, turning to Falcon. Flicking the needle for effect, he then plunges the needle into a vein on Falcon's arm, making him yelp but goes silent as the morphine takes over. Robin puts the set down, and Ordan takes a cloth from it, slipping it over Falcon's eyes before getting to work.
Robin steps back and runs a hand through his hair. "So it can get worse than we were..."