Small Horse Stashion 13

The shuttle vibrated slightly as blue energy flew past the reinforced window. The Mane Six were each desperately clinging onto their seat as though their life depended on it- except Fluttershy whom had passed out completely and was bleeding slightly from her nose. They were told the journey might be a bit shocking, but they weren't prepared for the contents of their lunch to be literally left thousands of kilometers behind.

Suddenly the shuttle ceased to vibrate, and the windows now showed a metal structure extending arms to grab them. A screen fell from the ceiling, clanking on the floor before turning on.

"He~llo soldi-," A female voice emanating from the screen stuttered through static, "scienti- STATIC- priso- STATIC- delega- STATIC- Redacted Visitors! Welcome to Space Station 13! We are a self sufficient enclave of -STATIC- legally paid individuals on the very pinnacle of science and pushing it further every day! As- EXTREMELY VIOLENT STATIC, FOLLOWED BY DISTRESSED CRIES AND SOUNDS OF EXTREME PAIN-  redacted non permanent crew, you'll be assigned special gray jumpsuits with a special badge denoting your importance!" The arms connect with the shuttle, and open the doors to the inside of the station.

They immediately noticed it smelt like a combination of fresh rubber, antiseptic, and regret. An emergency medical team of two came in and cut Fluttershy free and taking her away while eating an entire box of donuts. The others slowly pulled themselves out of their seats and wobbled out into the hallway. They were presented with a giant room lined by machines full of treats and flashing lights.

Pinkie was the first to recover- practically flying to a candy filled machine and pressing her face against the glass, "HowdoIgetinhowhowhow?" Twilight reflexively started for her, while the others took this as a sign to start exploring.

However, before they could embark on unique and character forming individual crusades across this new world to explore, the main quest intruded and got in the damn way a few extraordinarily angry and one even more confused police ponies. They could tell they were donut patriots because they all had very large sticks and shiny badges, both engraved with the word, "justice."

Yes, in lower case.