Quantum Bombshell

Once more both boys stood before the glowing ring. There was a strange feeling standing before it, leading to their hairs to stand on end. The garage was normally lit by a single faded light bulb, but the energy being created in the middle of the room was an odd green color that had seemed to swallow everything else up.

JD stared in awe, but also in fear as he bean to feel a slight pull at his body. What he didn’t realize was his brown hair was beginning to move as if caught in a slight breeze. His light freckled skin seemed almost translucent under the green light.

“Damien… I think you should turn it off now.” The fear almost made him unable to speak.

Turning, he could see Damien standing nearby, still dressed in his usual clothing, the apparent stains permanent. The light of the garage seemed to give his friend an eerie, almost malevolent appearance.

“Damien?” JD asked tentatively, the fear in him taking hold, making his voice higher pitched than he intended. He could feel pin pricks all over his body now as well as a cold sweat.

Damien approached, slowly, as if in a trance. From the poorly cobbled machine there came a high pitched whine.

“There’s no stopping it now.” He spoke in awe and reverence, his voice nearly a whisper.

“It won’t work.” JD turned to see his older self, head lowered, fists clenched. The scars and bits of metal on the right side of his upper body. He began to remember now, and yes it didn’t work, he could remember the pain as the machine had exploded on the two.

He had felt so weak and helpless, it was no wonder he felt like a child again.

JD opened his eyes to see his view now changed to his older body, the child version of himself vanishing, and his friend Damien turn to stare at him in rage.

“It will work. It has to work. You don’t know what it can do, I spent my life trying to get away from this hell.” Damien was furious.

JD merely shook his head in sorrow as he turned back to the machine and watched the metal begin to crack from being overheated. The light became blinding as it past its limit and exploded.

JD could feel the heat singe and burn at his body before he awoke to something suddenly hitting him in the face.

“Ow,” with a grunt JD tried to move, only for the rest of his body to fall on the floor. “Again, ow.”

JD sighed as he closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. Over the course of what felt like minutes, he could feel the familiar heat in his arm and leg, stinging, the muscles tensing as if about to cramp. He quickly grabbed at his right arm with his left hand and scrunched up his face as he silently begged for the pain to dissipate.

“JD?” Came a soft feminine voice from somewhere in the darkness.

“Yeah?” He answered back, trying his hardest to not sound like he was in pain.

“Whats wrong? Did you have another bad dream?

JD raised himself to a sitting position and quickly grabbed his blanket and pulled it down to cover himself.

The yawn, JD could hear behind him said that she was already near him but was giving him a chance to be modest. Something he was grateful for.

He head appeared as she moved around him, “Do you need any help?” she asked as she tilted her head to the side.

In the dim light from the moon outside, it looked like she was giving him a small comforting smile.

“Um, no, I think I will be just fine. I just have to make sure I don’t get up too fast.” JD responded with a small laugh.

When he looked back up to her, he thought she had a smirk on her face.

“What?” JD asked suddenly defensively.

With a giggle she rolled her large blue eyes before turning away. “Nothing. Go ahead and get some more sleep as soon as you can. Remember we need to get the inventory checked and done today.” She said as she bean to walk away.

“Today? Wait, is it-”

“Nope. Well, nopety nope nope nope for you, that is. I wanted to get an early start this morning anyways.”

JD let out a sigh as he hung his head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, again.”

He could hear her giggle again as she moved about the room. “JD you funny human, don’t worry about it. I’m glad to have a room mate. Also, coincidentally, I have about seven hundred orders to prepare. Well, Seven hundred fourty-six, of which I’ve already finished about three hundred seventeen so far.”

JD looked to the last place he heard her voice, a look of surprise on his face. “It’s only Tuesday. How do you already have so many cake orders done?” He watched her figure appear near a window where the light was brighter, as she was about to go out the door to the downstairs bakery. The light of the moon seemed to silhouette her figure, showing her pink fur, and the three balloons on her flank.

She stopped before reaching a hoof to the door, “Well, its magic I guess.” She said with a wink.

“Yeah, without a horn, or wings? You’re an Earth pony, Pinkie, Twilight.. uh, more or less explained how y’all work. You have more strength than Unicorns, and Pegusi, including more stamina, and are closer to the magic of the earth itself than sky magic and ley line magic.”

JD felt a sudden kiss on his head followed by another chuckle, “All of which everypony knows does not explain me.”

“Except maybe Discord, and even he can’t explain you before confusing himself, or going into a fit.”

“Did somepony say my name?” Came a lighthearted sounding voice.

“NO!” Pinkie and JD said simultaneously.

“Party poopers,” the voice said morosely before they heard a party favor squee sadly followed by a pop.

“Need to remember not to mention him anymore.” JD said to himself.

“Ah, you’ll get used to him soon enough so that when you mention his name he will know you aren’t trying to call or summon him. Now lay on back and try to get some more sleep.” Pinkie explained as she pulled the covers over JD.

“Yeah, I suppose- Wait, how’d you get me back in bed-”

“Don’t try to think about it, just get some more sleep if you can.” Pinkie said giving him a very light pat on the shoulder before turning and heading to the door once again.

Pinkie stopped as she left the door open a crack. Listening she could hear JD grumble before moving so he could lay on his side. She waited there for several minutes as he worked to try and fall back to sleep.

It was several minutes before she could hear his breathing calm and pace out some. With a nod to herself, Pinkie quietly closed the door, not even making a sound before turning and feeling something on her tail.

“Oh, Gummie, you want to join me as I work on some orders?” She quietly asked the baby alligator. His response was simply to blink his large purple eyes, first one then the other. “Okay, we are really going to have some fun this morning.” She said with a huge smile that seemed too large for her head.

The sounds from the kitchen drew the attention of a blue pony with a pink mane and tail both of which were swirled like an ice cream topping. On each side of her flank were three cupcakes, and worn about her body almost daily was a yellow apron with accented pink wings that were spread out just a few inches at the sides that looked as if it framed her body and head.

Cupcake bit her bottom lip, concerned with what she would find Pinkie doing in the kitchen. With a smile, and gritting her teeth with determination, she opened the door to see a blurred pink mass zipping around the kitchen talking to nopony else.

Pinkie zipped around putting ingredients together on the counter top, then pulling fresh cupcakes from the oven, only to replace the empty oven with cake, to finally set out the cupcakes to cool and return to mixing ingredients.

Uh, Pinkie dear, are you okay?” Mrs. Cake asked as she tried to follow the pink blur around the kitchen with her eyes.

The blur of pink seemed to alter so now Pinkie appeared in front of Mrs. Cake, while somehow also continuing to work.

Trying not to focus on the impossible that is Pinkie Pie, Mrs. Cake focused on the Pinkie in front of her.

“MorningMrs.Cake!I’mdoigngreat.Didyousleepwell?IhopeyoudidbecuaseIwouldsimplyfeelawfulifyoudidn’tsleepwellorIwokeyouup.”

“Pinkie, please slow down a little. I can’t understand you.”

The sounds of bowls spinning as they were set down quickly on the countertop, the oven door shutting, and the sounds of a panting pink pony as she slowly approached Mrs. Cake before seemingly to laugh and lose her footing just slightly as he eyes seemed to cross.

As Pinkie settled down for a few seconds in front of Mrs. Cake, she could easily see the bags under Pinkies eyes from the interruption of sleep.

“Pinkie, did JD wake you again? How much sleep have you gotten?” Mrs. Cake placed a hoof on Pinkies cheek as she looked at the pony before her in concern.

“Oh, it’s no big deal. We have several large orders this week anyways. Although I should be done by tomorrow at this rate.” Pinkie said, trying her best to alleviate Mrs. Cakes worries.

“Even if you say it’s no big deal, you know we worry about you. Why don’t you take a break. I’ll wake up JD, and get us all a delicious warm breakfast. I’m thinking maybe some cinnaswirlies.” Mrs Cake offered before a ding at the oven caught Pinkie’s attention.

Pinkie looked back to the oven before turning back to Mrs. Cake with an apologetic smile as she started to vibrate in place wanting to tend to what she had already started.

“Alright, fine. Go ahead and finish these batches real quick, but no more until you settle down for a break and something to eat.”

“Okay, thank you Mrs. Cake.” Pinkie exclaimed as she moved fast enough to leave a pink smoke figure in her place. Surprisingly it also had a large smile before it faded as Pinkie began to remove the cake out of the oven.

Mrs. Cake could see that Pinkie Pie was making an effort to slow down a little and simply finish what she had started.

With a weary sigh, Mrs. Cake left the kitchen only to bump into something.

“Oh, sorry about that Mrs. Cake.” Came a familiar voice.

“JD, you’re up early too?” She asked looking up to the young man.

“Um, I didn’t think it was too early. Pinkie got me to fall back to sleep this morning. Seems I could only get just another two hours of sleep. By the way, how is Pinkie holding up?” JD asked, showing concern for the pink mare.

“Well, she seems to be fine, but I can tell she is tired.” Mrs. Cake admitted.

“I have no idea how she keep up the way she does.”

Mrs. Cake smiled as she looked over her shoulder to the kitchen, “Yes, that’s our Pinkie Pie. Always working hard and with a smile. Oh, before I forget, I’m going to be making cinnaswirlies. Have a seat and I’ll get some whipped up for breakfast before you get started on the inventory.”

“Oh, thank you Mrs. Cake.” JD said with a nervous smile. He made his way over to a booth and took a seat with a yawn.

It was then Mrs. Cake realized, it wasn’t just Pinkie Pie losing sleep, JD was also losing sleep and still doing his best to keep up with their work. Turning, Mrs. Cake started up the stairs, she had a few things to talk to Carrot about. She had an idea for both Pinkie and JD, but she had to work out the details first.

After breakfast, JD walked to the counter and knelt down and opened the sliding glass door where a cabinet space was held. Inside was a stack of papers, quills, and other assorted supplies. JD grabbed a card and stood up where there was already an available quill next to the register.

JD always felt a little awkward as a majority of ponies came up to about his chest, so the counter came up very short in comparison to his body. Leaning down over the counter, and began to fill in his time. Once done, he placed it in the small wooden holder where they normally keep an extra order pad or two for those who came in to dine.

Fortunately, to JD’s understanding, due to Pinkie Pies memory they didn’t have to order very many too often. Once that was done, JD turned and made his way to another door near the kitchen, this led to a short hallway where a Mare and Stallion’s bathroom were kept, before ending to another door. This one was thicker than all the other doors as it was their backroom where they kept most of their additional stock.

On the door was a metal bracket where they kept a list of inventory items along with forms for what they received during certain days of the week. JD grabbed the forms and looked over them, they weren’t due for another delivery until the next morning, and Pinkie had already checked off the previous mornings delivery, complete with pink green and blue checks with a mixed message at the bottom.

“All accounted for, Love, Pinkie.”

JD couldn’t help but smile at the three colored message complete with a picture of Pinkie herself winking from the bottom corner.

He put the order forms back and peered over the inventory paper work and noticed the bottom stack was separate. Looking over it he nodded as he understood the first stack was what they should have, and the second stack was the verification.

JD grabbed a quill from beside the bracket and entered the room, ducking his head to keep from smacking it on the doorway.

Despite their sizes, most doorways weren’t necessarily pony sized. Many were built with taller species in mind, except for minotaurs, they weren’t seen around Ponyville all too often.

Eyeing the paper, JD looked down seeing it alphabetical order based on dry goods, such as flour, and other mixes, shelved goods which were either jars of preserves, flavoring, chocolates, and finally the refrigerated goods kept in the kitchen.

Looking up from the papers, JD turned and tapped the glass beside the door, where a slight buzzing sound started before a chunk of crystal inside the glass began to glow.

“What I wouldn’t give for a bit of electricity and a light bulb.” Turning back, JD looked around the room before shrugging and starting with the shelves of good on his left side.

JD didn’t mind this kind of work, as it helped him in some cases to just sit back and let his mind wander a little while he remained on task in an almost auto pilot mode.

He worked his way slowly around the room checking the quantity of goods from the floor up. He didn’t think about how hungry he was, or even recognize he was beginning to get tired as once he was done with checking a section of stuff, he would look to move things around and see if he could organize things a little better. It wasn’t much, stacks of flour were moved to one whole floor section instead of spread out, which once he was done he then worked to separate the bags to the different kinds of flour and set them up in line leaning against the lowest shelf that held thick heavy buckets of chocolate.

Her hooves moved deftly from the jars decorating each cake and cupcake as needed. One covered in orange slices, another with blueberries with yellow and green lines making them look like balloons and sprinkles at the edges of the white frosting. The cupcakes had nearly perfect spirals, almost enough to impress Twilight herself, each also with it’s own decorations except for the bakers dozen, and the bakers dozen dozen.

It wasn’t until Pinkie got to the next cake, one special birthday cake set up to look like a castle, which also included cupcakes in it for the towers and such. She had special gumdrops set up to make windows, caramel squares for the blocks along the walls as parapets, a stretched red taffy for a carpet bridge which covered a thin blue sugar crystal moat with green marshmallow alligators, and so many other decorations for specific details. Right next to it was a partially completed dragon made of cherries, all she needed was just to finish the upper part of the dragon, which was the neck, part of the mouth, and the back where the body connected to a wing.

Pinkie reached into the next cherry jar only for her hoof to not grab a cherry. She stopped and looked into the jar, her eye seeming to pop out and into the jar to look around. With a curious, “Hmm,” she pulled her head back, her eye making a loud pop as it went back to normal, albeit a little red around the edges.

She turned to the collection of jars and eyed them critically, “Oh, there’s more cherries,” She said happily as she grabbed a red jar and popped it open. “Drat, just red crystals for dragon cakes. Oh, wait here’s some… nope, these are red sprinkles.”

She sat back on her haunches, her tail wrapped around her as she put a hoof under her chin and began to think. “Well, I guess there’s no more cherries out here, I’ll have to go into the back room.”

With a determined look she stood and began to bounce her way around the kitchen now with a care free smile.

“La, la, la la la.” She sang to herself as she made her way to the door and opened it. Opening the door she paused and her pink face turned bright red.

JD had made it to the middle shelves and had been working but had spotted a large box on the top of the shelf. “What are you?” He asked himself as he grabbed a nearby step stool and climbed up. It took him a few minutes of looking to find the box wasn’t on the list. With an aggravated look he moved so that he could stand on the tips of his toes, using the shelf to keep himself stable as he felt the step stool wobble slightly. Once the stool was stable he worked to move the box to look for any kind of marking or writing on it.

In the far corner of the box he could see markings that looked like writing, he reached for it to get a better look, only to hear a sharp crack.

“Oh no-” He held on as the step stool cracked and broke under his weight. Looking beneath him, JD could see just a few inches he needed to drop to the ground. Unfortunately the shelf suddenly snapped and dropped him and the box.

“Ow. That’s the second time I’ve hit the ground today.” JD groaned out before turning to the box and the mess it left since the top broke when it hit the floor.

“Maud Pie’s heating rocks. Ugh.” JD laid there suddenly feeling tired, before he felt and heard his stomach growl. “Wonder what time it is.”

JD remained on the floor for a few minutes, resting. Once he felt a little better he got up and worked to get the rocks back into the box before checking to see if he could even lift it. Surprisingly, the rocks had been a little lighter than he expected, and he was able to lift the box.

“Okay then, here it goes.” JD said to himself as he knelt down and wrapped his arms around the box. As soon as he went to lift he heard both a loud rip and the door open. His eyes shot open as he recognized that sound.

“Oh sweet Celestia.” He heard behind him.

JD quickly released the box and jumped to his feet while turning around.

There he saw Pinkie Pie, her face no longer pink, but a bright scarlet, and her mouth agape.

Hands behind his back, he did his best to stealthily move his fingers down and felt the tattered cloth of his pants. JD inwardly screamed in horror before his mind went into a storming rage due to the embarrassment.

“P-Pinkie, would you mind n-not s-staring please.” JD felt himself begin to break out in a sweat, his mouth already dried, as his tongue felt swollen and keeping him from talking normally.

Pinkie stood there for a second before her eyes slowly raised and seeing JD staring at her she physically jumped slightly. “I’msorryJDIdidn’tseeanythingi’llbegoingnow, BYE!!!” she spoke quickly before screaming and seeming to vanish in a pink cloud.

JD stood there frozen for a split second before he let out a small groan which ended in a squeak.

His mind began to race from one thing to another as if it was out of control. JD raised a hand to his head and worked to calm himself down. Once his mind was settled he worked out what to do next.

JD planned to finish his job, then try and make his way over to Rarities to try and get a replacement outfit. Of course he wanted to make sure he had permission first. Now that he was calmed and had a working plan, JD went back to finish what he started.

Across Equestria many parts of the land was old, but with the expansion of the world of the ponies, many things were new, some of which the ponies called their own. However, despite the ponies spreading out across Equestria, they still had a tendency of keeping close, and did not know every part of their own home.

At the foot of snow capped mountains, surrounded by forests there comes a low deep rumbling surging forth, not from the mountains or the ground, but from the air. Trees and grass begin to sway and bend from an unseen force. The sky overhead begins to darken quicker than naturally possible, even faster than those of Cloudsdale could form a storm.

The clouds seem to grow and darken more and more, as something unnatural begins to happen. Lightning forming seems to jump from cloud to cloud as a different rumbling is added. The draw of power begins to force lightning to strike at a small clearing in the center of this, but instead of dispersing in the ground, it’s caught in the air and drawn in to a dark glowing green swirl of energy. As more lightning strikes this spot, the swirl grows larger, becoming more and more violent.

A vortex of energy seems to tear at the air, now drawing in everything not deeply rooted into the ground. Minutes pass as the storm grows larger and more violent, before suddenly the force from the vortex releases its hold, as everything seems to calm. The tear in the vortex smooths out and the whole ordeal seems to stabilize.

A handful of minutes pass before the center has a blue white light that shines as a figure begins to emerge. Once fully emerged, the figure looks down to the ground then up at the trees surrounding it. The light of the sun reflecting off of a strange looking shell of black creating hexagonal shapes with a light gray glow from the parts of the carapace, from the arms, legs, chest, and back.

Once it seemed to take in everything, a sound of air being drawn in through a mask, as the chest rose in a large breath. Once it slowly released its breath it turned partially back to the circular green and blue portal, raised a hand and clicked something which began to glow red and a slight high pitched scream began to emit.

Once done, the figure knelt and drove a small black spike into the dirt, where the flashing red light could still easily be seen before taking several steps back.

After several seconds of waiting, the blue white light appeared once more as more figures began to emerge from the portal in pairs. Once through they each nodded to the lone figure before racing out quickly taking up a circular position, large black metal blocks in their hands, their own carapace black with occasional color of red lining their forms, their heads covered in smooth reflective black glass, hands covered in black padded gloves.

The new group that began to form a circular waited until there was two rows before they began to simultaneously move forward, their metal boxes held in front of them like a ward or weapon against this world. Carefully, slowly, but as if well rehearsed the circle grew outward, occasional stops where heads turned taking in everything before proceeding forward. Hands were thrown into the air for silent messages. Once they reached the surrounding tree line, they seemed to stop, now each figure spaced a fair distance from one another.

Before doing anything the circle seemed to freeze. Each one raised an arm and tapped it, where a soft glow of white light lit up. Once the signal was copied, one figure moved a hand down to its waist where a large bulky belt with pouches were held. Opening one on its right side, it reached in and drew out a small metal globe. Setting the metal box to its side, hanging from a cloth strap, the figure took the globe in both hands and seemed to press and twist until there was a click. Once done it held the metal globe in an open gloved palm as a sound could be heard.

After a few seconds of the sound growing in pitch the metal globe lifted and seemed to grow slightly as its center opened and a flashing red light from within the orb could be seen as it began to lift into the air seemingly of its own accord.

The lone figure by the portal had been idly looking up at the dark clouds, distant flashed of lightning could be seen, as well as the sounds of thunder followed.

The repetitive flashing of red could be seen clearer as it rose into the air. Once the figure noticed the signal, it raised its other hand and clicked another spike where another faster light began to emit before being driven into the ground next to the first.

The figure moved back again, this time further than it did before. As what now came through the portal was a small motorized vehicle, driven by another carapaced figure with green edges. It was slow going as the figure carefully moved through the portal and across the grass, immediately followed by a connected wagon piled with various objects covered by a plastic sheet held down with thick ropes along the sides.

Once through, the first figure signaled the driver to the right side and held up three fingers. The vehicle moved to the right of the figure and drove a short distance away, no more than thirty yards, before coming to a halt.

Following this first vehicle, a line of similar small single driver vehicles with wagons, each being directed by the one that was in the gray and black armor emerged. Until the whole clearing was now filled with a little over a dozen of these.

Next came others from the portal, though they were dressed differently. Each person had their own form of garb or uniform, some in small groups, others in pairs, and even a few individuals here and there.

They all stood on two legs, no fur, no tails, but all had hair. Their complexions varied from light to dark, and many seemed to move with a purpose, but also a bit of fear of the figure in the gray armor.

They worked diligently even when the rain started to fall over them. It wasn’t long before they had tents of various sizes set up all around, moving equipment into different ones, tables, chairs, desks, and more.

Through all of this as more things were passed through the portal, the figure in gray armor didn’t move, except to occasionally turn to take in the progress.

The rain that fell, collected over his helmet before gliding down to his suit and then further down. He didn’t seek cover, shelter, or anything, as if he didn’t even care that it was raining.

Some others though did take advantage of the shelter once it was set up and began piecing things together and beginning to work. Sounds of tools and more began to rise up throughout the clearing as now, more people came through the portal.

Miles away, a pegasus pony was working diligently through the streets of Cloudsdale turning out the cloud lamp crystals now that the sun had risen. He was on his last street, the light of Celestia’s sun warming him up as he covered his mouth with a hoof. He shook his head, his dark brown mane with natural yellow streaks fell about his face. With a huff, he blew most of the strands away from his eyes as he approached the end of the street.

Because of how the city was set up from various forms of clouds, many of the streets had drop off points to give the pegasi options of where they could easily fly off to other areas of Equestria as needed, non more so than those who worked the factory delivering the well made clouds where they were needed and scheduled.

Spreading his cocoa brown wings out, he lifted himself easily into the air and began moving from one cloud lamp to the next until he reached the end.

He wanted to look out over the view he could see of Equestria with the sun behind his home as he felt more than free and loved the view. That is, until he looked off to the South West of his location and saw the sudden storm spring up out of nothing.

Many of the workers, he knew, had a rare night off as no clouds were needed because Princess Luna had put in a request months ago to get a clear night sky for a series of meteor showers she had set for her night sky. They had taken half the day before to clear what few clouds had been left behind.

He also knew there were no storms scheduled for the Western side of Equestria, that was next week as there was a large storm that was supposed to be pushed from the East side to the West side this month.

“Rogue clouds.” He said in a horrified whispered voice, before turning and flying through the streets to the nearest intersection and hit a button on a large post.

“ROGUE CLOUDS! ATTENTION ALL FACTORY WORKERS, WE HAVE ROGUE CLOUDS!” Blared a female pony voice over speakers set up throughout Cloudsdale.

In response there were a few screams of ponies getting startled to the emergency broadcast so early in the morning.

It was only a few minutes before ponies began to poke their heads out of their windows screaming.

“Bucking Tartarus, Light Dust! What are you doing waking up everypony?” One yellow pegasus screamed.

Down bellow, The cocoa brown pagasus, Light Dust, was pacing in the air, his wings moving him in a panicked rush as he waited.

Several ponies began to appear over the buildings, several factory workers, known as cloud buckers, and even a couple of Wonderbolts. Who were followed quickly by a rainbow blur that came up from Ponyville.

“What, what is it? Whats going on?” Rainbow Dash called out as she took a defensive stance and looked around.

“That’s what I’d like to know, Dash.” Spitfire said as the orange and yellow pegasus approached Light Dust.

“We have Rogue Clouds-”

“Yes, we all know there are rogue clouds that pop up over the Everfree forest-” Spitfire started with a hint of annoyance.

“No, NOT the Everfree. The rogue clouds I just saw are over on the West side of Equestria, past the Smoky Mountains, and White Tail woods.” Light Dust hurriedly explained.

With a sound of disbelief, Spitfire began to flap her wings harder as she rose into the air. “There’s no way there are rogue clouds over there, unless someone was messing around in the factory again. Which of course, I highly doubt.” Spitfire quickly added as Rainbow Dash quickly tossed out a “What?!”

“Look, Light Dust, I’m sure you were just tired and thought you saw some…” Spitfire stopped as she looked out to the West since she was finally high enough to get a view, her mouth agape.

“What’s wrong? Who- Holy Mother of Celestia!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed as she flew up to get a look herself.

“I’m going to ignore that slip, and we should really get everypony we can to take care of that.” Spitfire said to Dash, before she turned and quickly composed herself. “Alright all, we do have an emergency. We have rogue clouds that have created a storm over to the West. We have strong winds, lightning strikes, and thunder. Get eveypony you can together and meet up with factory workers to help in any way you can. We need to calm that storm before we buck those clouds.” Spitfire hollered out to the gathering group of pegasus bellow. “Dash you’re the fastest, gather up the rest of the Wonderbolts, and just in case, the back ups as well. I can’t tell how big that storm is from here, but it looks intense, and doesn’t have signs of letting up. I don’t think we need anything stronger than us all working together, but let Princess Twilight know in case that was from a spell gone wrong as well.”

“Right!” Dash said before zipping off into the city of Cloudsdale.