A Broken Warrior

Skystrike rubbed his eyes as the sun came through the window, as if telling him to get up. He started to push himself out of bed, then winced as the pain reminded him of what he went through last night. The cat’s out of the bag… hopefully they all keep the secret.

It seemed he didn’t close the wounds all the way, as the bandages were stained in his blood. He got up and began to unwrap the bandages. He threw them in the trash can next to his bed before looking in the mirror. The large cut on his side was closing quickly, and the one on his head was almost gone. Yet the scabs still remained. He brushed his hair, realizing he didn’t wash up after the night before. Same with his wings.

Going to his living room, he looked out the window at the time of day. He overslept heavily, realizing it was ten in the morning. He looked at his armor, picking up the chestplate and backplate. The cut went through each one. The repair wouldn’t be worth it… so he might as well make a new chestplate and backplate… alongside a blade too, considering one became a pile of molten metal.

But that would have to wait until after breakfast. He had enough to make some pancakes and eggs. Once done, he put the dishes in the sink for later. Skystrike stood up and went to wash his hands, as well as take a bath, wincing as he rubbed his wounds. After he put his bandages back on as well as his helmet, the pegasus went to his backyard.

Between the events of the abandoned lab and Nightmare Moon, he needed a place for the upkeep of his arsenal. So he decided to build a forge. Before, during his travels, he’d just rent out privately owned smithies to make the weapons and armor for him and his former friends. It was a small forge, but there was enough to do all he needed. He began heating the coals in the forge.

Then he heard hooves on his front door. He sighed before calling out. “Come around back!” He heard two sets of hoof steps approach. Turning his head ever so slightly, he saw the two pegasi from his childhood. “Ah… you two.”

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy looked at him, the former speaking first. “...Hey…”

An awkward silence filled the space between them. Fluttershy spoke up. “Do you… remember us?”

Skystrike was 12, given the chance at an exchange program from his school in Canterlot. His caretaker at the time wanted him to ‘be with those like him’ as there weren’t many pegasi in Canterlot. So, he was sent to Cloudsdale. Today was his first day. A sky chariot dropped him off right at the edge of the city in the clouds.

One of the stallions pulling the chariot handed Skystrike his luggage. “You sure you don’t want us to drop you off further? It’s really no problem.”

Skystrike shook his head as he took his bags. “Thanks, but I’ll be fine. It gives me time to take a look around.” He said as he secured his items on his back. “Thank you for the ride again.”

The stallions waved him off as Skystrike began walking… then slowed his step as he winced at how bright everything was. Makes sense, since it’s a city made of fucking clouds. He’d need to get some sunglasses. He looked down at his shoes, remembering he got them tailored to him so he could actually walk on the clouds. Skystrike still couldn’t get over how clouds were solid here. Magic is bullshit.

As he walked, he took in the sights. Apparently, Cloudsdale holds the largest weather factory in Equestria. Made sense, being the closest one to Canterlot. He could see it in the distance, the liquid rainbows falling to the ground below. Curious, he pulled apart a hole in the cloud below him, seeing just how high up above he was. The colt shook the thought out of his head and kept walking.

His destination was the address of the foster family he’d be staying with. He wasn’t told the names, but they were trustworthy. The married couple also had a daughter around his age, which added to the reason they were chosen out of the dozen or so applicants… But he wasn’t exactly in a rush… but it would also be rude to keep them waiting, knowing he’d be coming.

So he followed the directions he was given. A left here, a right there, and soon enough he arrived at his destination… hold on, he just thought about it. How the hell did they get stones on a cloud? How strong are these clouds to build a house out of normal materials? Nevermind that, he was getting off track. Built of gray stones, the home seemed to be two stories tall, and the entrance was proclaimed by twin pillars and a rainbow arch connecting the two. Looking at the picture he had, it was definitely the place.

He knocked on the door and waited. Two sets of hoofsteps approached. He put his notes away right as the door opened. A rather large stallion and normal sized mare met him with welcoming smiles.

The stallion with pale blue coat and rainbow mane took his hoof and gave it a hard shake. “You must be Skystrike! Pretty big for a kid your age, little trotter! Welcome to Cloudsdale!”

The sky blue mare with an orange and light scarlet mane pulled her husband back. “Honey, you’re scaring the colt!” She turned to Skystrike. “Sorry about that, we’re just so excited to meet you! I’m Windy Whistles, and this is Bow Hothoof. We’re your foster family for the next little while!”

Skystrike put a hoof to his chest and bowed. “A pleasure to meet you two. I hope we get along.”

“No need to be so formal, wind spirit!” She giggled. “Come inside, let's unpack your things.”

The two lead him inside, then upstairs. “Not too much in it just yet, but we cleared out a room just for you.” Bow patted him on the back as he pushed the door to what would soon be his room, open.

Inside was a bed, a beanbag chair in the corner, an empty dresser, a nightstand next to the bed, and a desk for school work. It wasn’t much, but he could tell that they put in the effort. “I’m… grateful to you two.” Skystrike stepped in and looked around, setting his bags on his bed.

“Don’t mention it! We’re going to make your stay the best it can be!” Windy said. “The next few days will be busy though. Still need to get all the paperwork finished for the school you’re going to!”

Oh, right. There were only two weeks left of the summer break. Skystrike nodded. “Alright, but one more question. I was told you two had a daughter?”

Windy nodded. “Yeah. She’s out right now with one of her friends… Actually, she should be back by now. We told her you’d be coming around this time.” She looked to the sky in thought. Only then was there a loud bang at the front door opening. A set of rushing wings flew up the stairs.

Skystrike was on alert, backing towards the wall as he listened to each sound around him, notably the sound of hooves skidding to a stop. A cyan filly with a rainbow mane entered the room. “Sorry I’m late! I didn’t realize the time!” She looked back to where she came from. “Fluttershy! Come on!” Then turned to look at the colt. “Uh… what’s his deal?”

“Rainbow Dash, what have I told you about busting down the door like that!?” Bow stomped his hoof. “You scared the poor boy!”

Skystrike breathed in deeply to calm himself down. “I’m… fine.” He stood back up straight. “I just ask that you don’t do that again.”

“Rainbow Dash, apologize!” Bow demanded.

Rainbow Dash groaned. “Sorry… what’s your name anyway?” She asked as a pastel yellow pegasus with a pink mane entered the doorway. “I’m Rainbow Dash, and this is Fluttershy!”

Fluttershy was very lanky for a filly, but he was more focused on her shuddering. “H-... hi.”

He bowed once more. “I’m Skystrike. Nice to meet you two.”

Skystrike nodded in remembrance. “Of course I do… While I didn’t get to say it earlier, it was… nice to see you two doing well.”

“Then… why didn't you tell us?” Fluttershy asked.

“Put simply, I ‘died’ for a reason…” He looked into the coals of his forge. “I… do not know you two well enough to reveal said reason.”

Rainbow Dash grew angry at that. “What do you mean you ‘don’t know us well enough?’ We’ve known you for years!”

Skystrike stood up to face them. “Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy,... It has been ten years since we last met. Can you really say with a straight face that we are the same ponies we once were?” Their silence was enough of an answer. “I did not say I won't tell you the reason… Just not now. We need to build that trust between each other again.” Skystrike turned to his forge, grabbing a ingot of black metal before throwing it into the flames to heat up. “But I’m sure there’s more to you two coming here… So, guess we have some catching up to do, huh?”

Their ears went up at the offer. “Well… it would be nice to catch up. What have you been up to all these years?” Fluttershy say down.

“To be honest? A lot.” He used tongs to flip the metal. “After my death, I went at it alone for a while. With no other skills, I began doing odd jobs under the table… which led to me becoming a bounty hunter. Many have heard my tales, though none the specifics… I won’t sweat the details. Long story short, after many missions and forming a group I could trust, I made a name for myself. You two know the rumors from there.”

Rainbow Dash sat down as well and rubbed the back of her head. “Yeah… Sorry I believed those rumors about you, by the way. I… should’ve known they weren’t all true… Can't believe I thought for a moment you’d throw us under the bus.”

“Water under the bridge. Like I said, I’m not one for petty grudges.” He flipped the ingot again. “But… thanks for apologizing. Takes a big pony to do that. Enough about me for now, what about you two? Wonderbolt training and animal sanctuary were your dreams if I remember right.”

Rainbow shrugged. “Going well I guess… Only so much training you can do before you run out of ideas. Actually, there is an event I’m training for coming up next year. Only so many tricks you can do.”

Fluttershy spoke up. “Uhm, well… My sanctuary is going pretty well… All the animals in the nearby forests come by from time to time. It’s really nice… Next time you come by, I’ll introduce you to them all.”

He hummed. “I’d like that.” Skystrike used his tongs to pick up the ingot once more and moved the hot metal to the anvil. He began to hammer it, moving it to the fire once more when he needed it more malleable. “You two can keep talking, I’m listening.”

Fluttershy looked at the bandages on him. “Do… do they hurt?”

“Yeah, I’m surprised you’re already up and doing things. Didn’t get a good look, but the cuts on you looked bad yesterday… Some of your coat is still pink.” Rainbow Dash leaned forward.

“Oh yeah, it hurts like a motherfucker.” Skystrike admitted. “But I’ve been through worse.”

“...Like?” Rainbow asked.

Skystrike responded by pausing his work, turning to the two and pointing at a scar on his chest. “This one, got stabbed…” Then Skystrike showed the scar on his lower back. “Straight through. Hurt like Tartarus.”

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy gagged. “Forget I asked…”

Fluttershy scratched at the stone floor below her. “Did… Did you really come to Ponyville just to stop Nightmare Moon?” Skystrike nodded. “Then… are you going to leave?”

“No, or at the very least, not any time soon.” Skystrike clarified. “Not technically retired, but I can live the rest of my life without doing another job. And I’m happy with that. Means that I can take the missions that will actually help ponies, rather than the ones for the money.”

“Damn, man, how do you end up with bits like that?” Rainbow chuckled.

“A lot of smart and lucky investments.” Skystrike put the metal in a basket of water to cool. “I’ll finish that up later. I’m a bit hungry.”

“Well… we could get something to eat in town.” Fluttershy offered.

Skystrike looked at her. “...I know you can't tell, but I’m cringing right now. I highly doubt you’ll even see any ponies around if I’m in the vicinity…”

“Oh don’t worry about that.” Rainbow Dash waved a hoof. Pinkie, Applejack, and I spent all morning spreading the word about what you did last night. Speaking of, there’s a party going on for the new princess. Wanna come?”

“A tempting offer, but to be honest, I’m not one for crowds. Besides, I… don't have any clothes right now.”

Rainbow Dash smirked. “Wait… is that why you walk around with that armor all the time?” She started to tease him.

“You don’t get it, Rainbow.” Skystrike sighed. “The average pony is eye height with my… area.”

“Pffffffft!” Rainbow Dash began to laugh. Even Fluttershy began to giggle.

“Well excuuuuuuuuse me for having some decency. I don't exactly have much of a tail to cover it.” Skystrike chuckled.

“You know… Rarity could probably make you some clothes.” Fluttershy thought aloud. “We could stop by?”

“...Maybe… I assume her opinion of me is higher now than it was yesterday.” Skystrike sighed. “But that will have to wait for another day. Admittedly, as long as Celestia is here, I don't want to stick my head out. We have… a history.”

“Jeez…” Rainbow sighed. “Alright, we’ll take the hint. Come on, Fluttershy! Hopefully that party still has some good stuff left!”

The two got up and said their goodbyes, letting Skystrike get back to work. Nopony should be bothering him for a few hours if a party is going on with. He’d let the ponies have their fun without him there to make it awkward

Years of smithing alone taught him to do his craft quickly, efficiently, and effectively. What normally took a blacksmith one day, he was able to get done within a few hours with the same quality. There was no room for mistake in the process. Each impurity he hammered out made sure that the user had a better chance at survival. A single mistake could spell the difference between life and death.

After some touch ups, he looked at the finished blade in his hooves. For now, it’d work as a suitable replacement for the sword that Nightmare Moon melted. He looked to the sun, seeing that it was now the afternoon. About six if he were to guess. Looking at his forge, he cut off the air flow, the coals quickly going out. Skystrike would work on his armor tomorrow.

He walked back into his house, making himself a quick dinner before washing up and going to bed.

Another day came, another repeat of the morning routine. His wounds were getting better. After a few more days, all that’d be left were scars. He began working on his next piece, a chestplate. He started to heat the ingot. Then there was a knock on his door. “Come around back!” He called out. Skystrike was somewhat surprised that it wasn’t the same two from the day before.

Skystrike stood up to greet the two mares. “Applejack, Pinkie Pie. What brings you two here?”

“Oh, you know, just checking in on you.” Applejack said as she took a basket of apples off her back. “Bought you a lil’ somethin’. How’s the recovery going?”

Skystrike took the basket in his hooves. “As well as it could. A few more days and I’ll be good as new.” Skystrike flipped the ingots in the forge. “Until then, I got some armor to work on.”

Pinkie began to jump around him, looking up and down. “You know, I never ask, how do you get so big? You took Big Mac’s spot for biggest pony in town!”

Skystrike shrugged. “Comes with the job… And genetics, probably.” He rolled his neck. “See, I’m kinda a freak of nature. Remember how Celestia said I had no magic?” They nodded. “Because I have no magic, my body needs to work harder to keep up with the normal pony. On top of that, my job makes it a need to surpass the normal pony. Put simply, if I had magic, I’d probably be Big Mac’s size.”

“You know… that does beg the question… Who’s stronger, you or Big Mac.” Pinkie asked.

They both looked at him for an answer. “I do not plan on testing that. From both your families, I know farmer strength is a whole different league.” He chuckled as he waved a hoof. “How are you two doing by the way?”

“Doing alright. Getting ready for Applebuckin’ season.” Applejack hummed. “I heard Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy came yesterday.”

“Yeah! I told them to tell you we were having a party! But they said you didn’t want to go…” Pinkie gave him puppy eyes.

“I have my reasons, Pinkie Pie. Let's keep it at that.” Skystrike began hammering at the ingot before him.

Applejack dug at the floor below her with a hoof. “I… kinda had another reason for stopping by, other than checking in on you.” Skystrike paused, looking back at her. “Rarity’s… awfully sorry about how she’s treated you, Skystrike.”

He turned back to his work. “And? If she was, she had plenty of time to visit and say so. Instead, she decides to not go to the party Pinkie set up for my welcome… Actually, Applejack, let me ask you this: Did you tell her to apologize, or did she want to do it herself?”

The farm mare avoided eye contact. “Uh… I… get your point… but-”

“I don’t hate her, Applejack.” Skystrike sighed as he put the metal back on the heat. “I’m more than willing to hold a conversation with her. I don’t even care for an apology at this point. I just want her to make her own opinion of me, rather than treating me off of second hoof accounts.”

“Well… I’ll make sure to pass on the word.” Applejack gave a small smile. “Thank you, Skystrike.”

“Don’t mention it.” He turned back to the heating metal. When he took it off the coals and moved it to the anvil, he was face first with Pinkie Pie.

The mare was inches away from his face. “So, once you get better, we gotta throw you another ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party!”

“We do?”

“Of course we do, silly! This time, ponies will actually come!”

Skystrike exhaled through his nose. “I’ll think about it… I get the feeling my life’s going to be busy for the next while.”

Another day came, another repeat of the morning routine. Nopony came by that morning, so he was able to finish his breastplate and backplate. The next few hours were for putting in the straps and buckles for his armor, as well as bending the armor ever so slightly so it’s be the perfect fit. Finally, he put on his armor, getting a feel for the new chestplate. Skystrike kinda liked the old one better. No matter. At least now, he’d be comfortable walking outside.

Around noon, as he finished his lunch, he heard a knock at his door. Wondering who it could be, he got up, put on his helmet, and opened the door. “Oh, Twilight, Spike. I don’t believe I ever formally introduced myself. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Twilight looked at him as Spike jumped down from her back. “We have… a lot to talk about.”

Skystrike nodded before inviting her inside. Twilight and Spike looked around, seeing a larger than normal couch against the wall across from another larger than normal arm chair with a low table in the middle. “Make yourself at home.” Skystrike said as he fetched a pot of tea. “Came by with good timing.” He put down the tea pot and poured them all some cups. “Well, the floor is yours.”

Twilight shuffled in her seat on the couch. “I… talked with Princess Celestia about you.”

Skystrike paused, raising his teacup to his face. “...What did she say?”

“A lot…” She admitted. “...I had a lot of questions, and so did Princess Luna.”

Spike sniffed at his tea. “How do you two know each other?”

“Hm, makes sense you wouldn’t remember. You were a newborn when we met.” Skystrike leaned back in his chair. “I grew up in an orphanage for a while. Did a doctor's visit, and that’s how I found out I had no magic. Upon getting adopted, I was put in a school for gifted unicorns, since apparently I’m the first pony to be born without it. Ignoring how I was a subject of research, I met Twilight there… If I remember right, you would have been… four by the time I ‘died’.”

“About that, why’d you fake it? And how did you escape? There was no body found in the rubble!”

“I have my reasons why… As for the how, I’ll tell you about it another time.” Skystrike sipped his tea. “I… assume Celestia also told you about my current line of work?”

Twilight nodded. “Yes… but she didn’t go too into detail… I was hoping you could tell me what she couldn’t.”

Skystrike leaned forward. “Depends, what did she tell you?”

“Not much… All she really told me was that you and her had some ‘run ins’ that didn’t end well.”

“About right, but if that’s as much as she’s willing to share, I don’t want to share too much. Opinions are a fickle thing… the more you hear about somepony, the more your opinion on them changes.” He poured himself another cup of tea. “I’ll give you the short of it. I help ponies, many times outside the constraints of the law. Her guard, and thus her, don’t like that. Therefore there’s some bad blood between us.”

“...Oh…”

“I don’t get it.” Spike said obliviously.

Skystrike looked to Twilight, who looked to the baby dragon. “...A-another time, Spike.”

Skystrike sighed. “Tell you what, once we know each other better, I’ll get into more detail. Anything else?”

“Well, I also wanted to catch up a bit.” Twilight rubber her arm. “I just learned about the magic of friendship… and I figured we could keep learning it together?”

Skystrike chuckled. “I see somepony’s grown a lot from being a loner.” His attention was then taken by the growling of Twilight’s stomach. “And that same somepony is hungry, I see.” He chuckled again. “Come on, let’s go get lunch. I’d feed you here, but I have nothing in the fridge.”

Twilight hid her embarrassment with a hoof. “Uh, before we go, there is one more thing… Spike?”

The baby dragon in question burped up a scroll. “It’s for you! Straight from Princess Celestia!”

Skystrike looked at him, then eyed the scroll from Celestia as he took it and unrolled it.

My little pony, Skystrike Nebula.
It has been some time since our last meeting. I hope you are doing well.
Due to recent revelations, as well as my sister returning, there are many things I need to see to. There will be some time before we will meet face to face, but I hope we meet in better spirits. We have much to talk about.
My sister, Princess Luna, spoke of you, albeit briefly. I must thank you for the role you’ve played during my absence with Nightmare Moon. On Luna’s request, I have attached three tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala as a reward for your courage and bravery. We hope that you attend.

It’s good to see you again.
Princess Celestia.

Skystrike looked to the bottom of the letter. Sure enough, three golden tickets were now in his hooves. But he wasn’t excited at the possibility of going. He was ecstatic at the possibility of confrontation. That pony would be there…

“Uh… Skystrike, are you ok? You tensed up.” Spike noted as he finished his tea.

Skystrike realized he did, then exhaled. “Yeah, I’m fine…” He said as he stood up. “Just wasn’t expecting tickets to the Gala.”

“Oh, you got some too?” Twilight said with a sigh, much to the pegasus’ surprise. “Come on, I’ll tell you about it over lunch.”

“So let me get this straight…” Skystrike said as he crossed his hooves. He, Spike, and Twilight all sat around a table in the outside seating area of Ponyville’s local restaurant. “You got two tickets, and Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy wants to go so they can… advertise the farm, try her shot at a prince, meet and show off to the Wonderbolts, go to the best party in Equestria, and meet the animals in the royal gardens respectively?”

Twilight nodded. “Put simply…”

“And the problem is…?”

She sighed as she put her face into the table. “I don’t know who to choose! Applejack, or Rainbow Dash… Rarity, Fluttershy! Who should go with me?” She said as she picked off the petals of a flower in a pot between them. She looked at them, then licked them off the table to eat them.

“Have you made your decision?” The waiter approached with a rather thick fake french accent.

“I CAN'T DECIDE!” Twilight groaned at the top of her lungs, getting several stares as Skystrike hid a chuckle.

“Twilight?” Spike looked up from the menu. “Pretty sure he wants to take your order.”

“...Oh. I would love a daffodil and daisy sandwich.”

“Do you have any rubies?” Spike asked. “No? Ok, I’ll have they hay fries. Extra crispy!”

“I’ll have a sandwich with the works.” Skystrike folded up his menu and handed it to the waiter. He nodded before walking off.

“What do you think, Spike? Sky- er, Nebula?” Twilight asked, though it was more of a plea.

“I think we should try another restaurant.” Spike shrugged. “I like grass just fine, but would it hurt anyone to offer some gemstones?”

“I mean about the gala and the ticket and who I should take!” She clarified.

“...You’re still on that?”

“Spike, listen!” Twilight put her hooves on the table in annoyance. “How do I choose? And if I do choose, will the other four be mad at me? I mean, I could give up my ticket, but that leaves three disappointed ponies? What if I-”

She was cut off by the waiter coming back with their plates. “Your food.”

“Thank you, this looks so good! I’m sure everything will be much clearer once I eat.” Twilight picked up her sandwich with her magic.

Skystrike sighed. “Well, if you want my opinion, you’re worrying too much.” Twilight looked at him with a mouthful of food. “You’re trying to go about this with logic, and who has the best reason. You can’t quantify emotions. That aside, this is something we all go through. Can’t make everypony happy. If you give up your ticket, then you’re the disappointed one. Putting that aside too, you also haven’t realized the intent behind Celestia’s gift.”

“...What do you mean, her intent?”

Skystrike took a bite out of his food and swallowed it. “Why do you think you got two, and I got three?”

Twilight contemplated on that before they were interrupted by several ponies quickly running past them. Looking in the direction of their exit, the three were called out to by their waiter. “Madame? Monsieur? Are you going to eat your food in the rain?”

Twilight looked at him. “It’s not raining…” She then looked around to see it indeed was raining, the only place it wasn't doing so was at their table. “What’s going on?”

They all looked up to see Rainbow Dash poking her head through the hole in the clouds. “Hi best friend forever that I’ve ever ever had! Enjoying the sunny weather?”

“Rainbow Dash…” Twilight glared. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” The mare feigned ignorance. “I just saw the smartest, most generous pony about to get rained on, so I thought I’d kick a hole in the clouds to keep her dry so she can dine and feast. That’s all!”

Twilight gave an unamused look. Skystrike knew where this could be headed, so he quickly finished his food. “Rainbow, you’re not trying to get extra consideration for the ticket by doing me extra special favors, are you?”

“Me? No no no, of course not!”

“Uh huh…”

“Seriously, I’d do it for anypony.” Twilight looked around, seeing several ponies sprinting to avoid the downpour. Rainbow Dash noticed too as she awkwardly giggled.

“Rainbow, I am not comfortable accepting unwanted favors.” Twilight said as Skystrike got up. “So I’d appreciate it if you closed up that raincloud right now!”

“Ugh.” The pegasus mare groaned. “Fine.” She did so.

“That’s better!.” Twilight smiled before realizing what she just did. Flinching at the incoming rain, she was surprised when nothing came. Opening her eyes, she saw a drenched Skystrike with a patio umbrella shielding them from the downpour. “Oh… glad you saw that coming.”

Skystrike nodded before sitting back down. “Finish your food. For your question earlier, I should let you think on the intent, because if I say it aloud, it’ll be embarrassing.” Skystrike wiped his hooves with a napkin.

Twilight nodded, scarfing down her food. “Hey, can I ask you a weird question?”

“If you’re going to ask me who I would choose, I’m not the best one to answer, as I have my own biases.” Skystrike put an elbow on the table. “But also realize you don’t need to decide now, there’s like, almost a year until the gala happens. Deepen your relationships with your friends, or some new ones, then decide. I assume that since you aren’t choosing Spike that he doesn’t want to go.”

“Yup!” Spike said with a burp. “Excuse me.”

“As I said, you’re thinking too hard about this.”

“Well… who are you going to go with?” Twilight asked.

“Who said I was going?” Skystrike starred. “Last time I went wasn’t the best time. “

Twilight’s eyes widened. “Oh, right… Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. But if I do go, it's not like I have anypony in mind right now.” Skystrike admitted before getting up. “But hey, now that I’m in town, I’m going to have a walk around. Besides, you need time to think.” He left some bits for the bill

“Oh, alright. See you later.” Twilight smiled at him as Skystrike began walking.

Admittedly, he liked the rain, and how it sounded as it fell onto his armor. It brought back some memories. Over his travels he found his own group of friends. Casta, the unicorn in the group, would always gather some in her magic and try to make a play out of it, similar to puppets. They’d all have fun, creating whacky scenarios that’d always end in them laughing.

He missed those times.

Skystrike didn’t realize how much time had passed until the rain stopped and a pony called out to him. “Nebula? You alright?”

He looked at the source of the question, seeing Applejack hauling a wagon full of apple based treats. “Oh, Applejack. Yeah, was just enjoying the rain.” He shook off the water on him. “What’s up with you? More specific… where are you going with so many confectionaries?”

“Oh, I heard Twilight was nearby…” She said before growing slightly nervous. “Just… doing her a favor. Yep. That’s it!”

Skystrike had a feeling this was about the tickets. After Rainbow earlier, he thought it’d be best to keep quiet about his own. “I see… Well if I were a betting stallion, she’d either be at SCC or the CB, since they’re on the way to Golden Oaks.”

“Thank you, kindly” Applejack tipped her hat. “Also, it’s good to see you around town! A bit busy at the moment, but we should chat more some time.”

“Sure thing. See you around, Applejack.” Skystrike waved as they walked in opposite directions.

Now that the rain was gone, he realized that it was the perfect time to do some shopping. Reaching into his saddlebag and looking at the bits he had for his budget, he’d be able to get some good things. Thinking of what’d be more important first. The pots and pans he had were getting old, so he thought about getting a new one… but then he realized he could make those.

What he couldn’t make was bedding and furniture. The ones he had at home were just what he tried to make. Admittedly, they were alright, but not on a professional level. So he decided to get that stuff first. Wasn’t too hard to get, as he was actually allowed in stores this time. After paying for the furniture and shipping, what he decided he needed next was paint.

Put simply, his house was boring. He wanted color… or maybe wallpaper was better. No, paint would look cooler. After getting everything to prepare for the paint, he then realized how hard it was to choose colors. Blue? No, that’s too obvious… Green though, yeah, fuck yeah, green was such a sick color. Now… what shade of green… Olive green? No, looks like literal shit. Emerald? No, too bright… Then he saw a forest green. That’ll work for the indoors. There’s only four rooms anyway, so he wouldn’t need to worry about multiple colors. Skystrike bought the buckets of paint before carrying them back home. He’d work on it tomorrow.

Only when he got home did he realize the time. “How the hell did I spend like three hours deciding on paint?” He looked at the buckets in front of him. “Know what, don’t care. I need to get food.”

Skystrike stood up and grabbed his larger pair of saddlebags. He normally goes on large trips for groceries. Thankfully, today’s a Monday, so the farmers market should be open. The pegasus approached the first stall, one selling carrots. “Good afternoon, miss.”

The yellow mare with an orange mane looked at him. “Uh… hi?”

“I’d like to buy some carrots. Could I buy five for now? Just to try them out.”

“...Sure thing. Ten bits.” She stated the price as he pulled out the bits to pay.

Skystrike paid, then put four of the carrots into his bag, taking the last and biting into it. “Mmm… pretty good. Great quality, miss…?”

Her eyes widened. “O-oh! My name’s Golden Harvest. Come again!”

Skystrike nodded. “Trust, I will.” He finished the carrot as he moved onto the next stall. This one sold cabbages. “Damn, I can tell by looking at these that they’re crunchy.”

The lime green mare with a puffy white mane bashfully waved a hoof. “Oh stop it you!”

“How much for three heads, miss?”

“Cabbage Patch is my name. Selling cabbages’ my game. Twelve bits for three.” Skystrike put the bits on her stall counter. “You know, you don't seem as bad as these ponies say.”

Skystrike took the cabbages in his bag. “Thanks. I try to leave a good impression.” He crunched into the head of a cabbage. “Mmm… Damn it’s good. See you next time.”

Cabbage Patch waved goodbye as Skystrike went from stall to stall, getting more fruits and vegetables, as well as introducing himself to the rest of the market. Upon finishing, he walked back to his house and dropped off everything he just bought and loaded them all into his refrigerator.

He began wondering what else he had left to do before he heard a knock at his door. Skystrike closed the door to his fridge and answered the door, looking down to see a… burnt Spike. “Hey, kid. What brings you by? And without Twilight?”

“Oh…” Spike sighed. “Everypony is on her about her ticket to the Grand Galloping Gala, and I didn’t want to deal with all that girly stuff.”

“Fair.” Skystrike waved inside. “But to be fair, it’s not just girly stuff. Personally, I went for the food. They have pretty good stuff, since it’s made by the best in the business. Sometimes they even bought food from other cultures if someone important was coming like diplomats or royalty.”

“Ooo, like what?” Spike sat down on the couch.

“Well, have you had meat or fish before?” Skystrike asked as he sat across from the baby dragon.

“Not in years. Last I had some, Twilight still lived with her parents and brother.”

Skystrike huffed at that. “Really quick, how old are you?”

“Um… nine?” He remembered quickly.

“Yeesh, we need to get you eating better.” Skystrike sat forward. “I know info on dragons isn’t common, but I had a dragon I traveled with for a while. From what she told me, you dragons need a healthy and steady amount of gems for developing your magic, and meat for your physical growth…” Skystrike rubbed his chin. “Then again… you are a dragon, and the rate of aging varies. You could still just be small, rather than having a stunted growth.” Then he looked at Spike. “Tell you what, I’ll work on getting you more gems. Eventually, I’ll have a talk with Twilight about your diet.”

“Really!” Spike jumped over to hug his leg. “You’re the best!” Skystrike could feel his heart skip a beat at the cuteness. “Also, Twilight told everypony you have tickets to the Gala.”

“That grape flavored mother fucker!” He said on instinct before covering his mouth. “Oh, my bad.”

“It’s alright. Twilight does it sometimes too.” Spike admitted.

Skystrike took off his helmet to face hoof. “So, how did it come out that I have tickets?”

Spike combed through his memory. “Well, Rarity picked us up, then dolled up me and Twilight to get on her good side, then Applejack came with food, then when we got back home, Fluttershy was cleaning the library, then Pinkie came with a crowd to throw Twilight a party, then Pinkie told the whole crowd that Twilight had tickets, then Twilight got annoyed that it was only happening to her and not you, so she said that, and then we got chased around. Then Twilight teleported me here, and told me to warn you.”

Skystrike would have to thank her later. But he could at least thank Spike now. “Spike, your warning is appreciated. However, I think it’d be a bad idea to leave Twilight alone for now.”

“What, you’re saying we should do a rescue mission?”

“In the simplest of terms.” Skystrike got up and stretched. “So, Spike, I’ll let you decide. Fast and quiet or slow and loud?”

“Um… Slow and loud?” Spike said, confused.

Skystrike nodded, picking up the baby dragon with a hoof and putting him on this back. He pulled his door open and stepped outside, beginning his walk to town. Once there, several ponies approached him. The first was a light blue mare with a wavy light gray mane. “Oh, Mr. Nebula! I never did say how brave it was for you to take on Nightmare Moon like that. I’d love to go to the Gala with you.”

Skystrike was not expecting her to be that obvious about it, nor her brushing his side. He looked at her dead in the eyes. “No.” He said loud enough for several others around him to hear, and blunt enough for their ears to go back. The few around him stopped in their tracks as he kept walking.

“...I think I get what you mean by slow and loud.” Spike laughed.

Another mare came up. “Mr. Nebula~! I saw you walking around the market earlier. I’ll give you a discount on beats if you help me out~.”

Skystrike turned to the new mare. “I’ll admit, it was a more tempting offer than the last one, but that’s a low bar.” Skystrike said. “Cut your losses where you stand.”

“Oh don't be like that, colt… I can make it worth your while~!” The mare twirled a hoof on his chest.

Skystrike frowned at her. “You and the rest of this village don’t get to shun me until you deem I finally have something of worth. I try not to hold grudges, but DAMN you all make it hard. Quick favors aren’t going to get you on my good side.”

The ponies around him winced before quickly dispersing. Spike cringed. “Sheesh, what happened before Twilight and I moved in?”

Skystrike calmed himself down. “Another time, Spike.” He said as he kept walking. A few dirty glares was all it took to send off the other ponies trying to get his ticket before arriving at Twilight’s home… but all the lights being off hinted that there was nopony home… but then the screaming from inside put that thought aside. Skystrike quickly threw the door open, preparing for danger and flicking the lights on, only to see Twilight cowering before her friends looking down at her from the upper level.

He sighed as there was no danger, using his wing for Spike to slide off of. “Thanks.”

Skystrike looked down at Twilight, then up at the other five. “...I’m going to let you all work this out between each other.” He said before turning on his hooves and closing the door behind him. Only then did he notice the time. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky a lovely purple.

At least he’d have a cool view on his walk home.

A bit over a week has passed since the whole ticket fiasco. It ended up working out between Twilight and her friends. In the end, they found out how bad they were making Twilight feel, and ended up all deciding they wouldn’t go. In response, they got a letter from Celestia with tickets for all of them, even Spike, who just wanted to feel included. Right now though, he was waiting for his shipment of furniture to arrive… Apparently by air.

A gray pegasus mare with blond hair approached in the distance. She was hauling a wagon behind her, with three large boxes within. She lowered her altitude… too fast for his liking… No, at this point it was dangerously fast.

He jumped into the air and pushed up against the wagon, just enough to slow her rate of descent. Thankfully, the mare landed with no problem. “Thank you, mister! I just don’t know what went wrong”

Skystrike looked at the mare, noticing her two golden eyes were facing different directions. “Don’t worry about it, miss…?

“Derpy Hooves!” She puffed out her chest.

“A pleasure, Derpy. My name’s Atlas Nebula.” Skystrike introduced himself. “Thank you for delivering my things.”

“It’s what I do!” Derpy smiled. “Actually, I’ve been assigned to deliver your mail starting today!” She reached into her bag and handed him some letters in her mouth.

Skystrike took them in a hoof. “Thanks. I’ll see you around.” Derpy waved as Skystrike began moving the boxes inside his house. Before he started building them, he checked his mail. Not recognizing the first letter, he opened it to read. “We’ve been trying to reach you regarding your wagon’s extended warra- GOD DAMN IT!” He threw it across the room into the trash can.

Then he checked the next letter, taxes. Nothing important. The third and last letter piqued his interest though. No mention of where it was sent from, only who it was to: him. Skystrike had no idea who would send him a letter, nor how they would’ve found him… then again, he would not be surprised if his brawl with Nightmare Moon got his location out there. He opened it and began to read.

To Atlas Nebula,
I hope that this gets to you, but with how often you travel, I won’t be surprised if not.
My name is Dawn Meadow. You may not remember me, but you helped me out years ago in Baltimare with your Zebra friend. I’ve been taking care of myself, making sure that I don’t get kidnapped again. You two gave me another chance at life, I don’t know what to say besides thank you.

Then the next time I hear good things about you, you helped stop Nightmare Moon! Moving up in the world I see. Thank you for keeping up the good fight.

Skystrike folded up the letter and put it back in its envelope. It was nice, finally being appreciated by the ones he helped. He went to his room and put it in his nightstand.

With the mail read, he quickly began unpacking and building his furniture. One couch, one recliner, and one bedframe and mattress. Thankfully, it was earlier in the morning when he started, so by the time he was finished, he still had most of the day left.

What he decided to do with the time he had was… abnormal to the normal pony. Most just saw him as a mercenary, but few knew he was an academic, specifically in Physics. Not only did he study it, but because the ponies focused more on magic, the physics side of their academia wasn’t as developed as it would be compared to humanity in a similar time period.

The magic unique to this world also did a number on his understanding of the mechanics of the world, so he had to teach himself many new things. In his world, where magic was introduced after most of the jumps in the sciences, such as Bohr’s model and the Frank-Hertz experiment, this world has magic innate in it. That means that many of the fundamentals were different. It didn’t affect the simpler physics such as projectile motion or snell’s law, but things like gravity had an extra variable when calculating it, same as electrodynamics. So now, he was reading a graduate level book on magic theory that he borrowed from Twilight. Took like a good ten minutes for her to stop nerding out.

With newfound knowledge, he was about to apply his learning before hearing a knock on his door. He put on his helmet before opening the door. “Oh, Fluttershy. How’s it going?”

“Just… stopping by to check on you.” She pushed her hair to the side. “You got lucky, the stampede was on the other side of town.”

“Oh, is that what that rumbling was a couple days ago?” Skystrike asked. “I was over here building my new furniture. Didn’t even know stampedes happen around here.”

“Oh, they happen from time to time. The cows migrate through here every couple months. Applejack and Winona actually stopped them before they got to town.” The pegasus mare poked her hooves together. “There’s actually a party going on in her honor… Do you want to come?”

“Sure, I’m free today.” Skystrike took out his eyes before locking the door. “Walking or flying?”

“Walking.” Fluttershy clarified. “I… actually never got over my fear of heights.”

Skystrike looked at her as they kept walking. “You know… I forget about that sometimes. What was the reason again? Your wings lock up when you get scared?”

She nodded. “Well, yes, but it’s more because even if I’m flying, I can fall at any time.”

“Fair.” Skystrike chuckled. “I’m surprised you went so long living in Cloudsdale. Speaking of, what made you want to live in Ponyville? Last place I would’ve thought I’d have met you and RD again.”

“Well, my cutie mark represents my gentle nature and my fondness for animals… There’s not many animals in cities on clouds, and Ponyville was the next closest place to home… Me and Rainbow go and visit every month or so, it’s only an hour flight.” Fluttershy explained. Then she had a thought. “Did… did you ever get your cutie mark? You didn’t have it when we last saw each other as kids.”

“Oh, no.” Skystrike waved a hoof. “Didn’t need one. Plus, it’s part of my ‘no magic’ issues. But I’m surprised you’re getting out more. From what I remember, Rainbow Dash was your only friend.”

“...You’re my friend, too.” Fluttershy clarified.

“...Thanks, Fluttershy. It means a lot.”

The two were now in town, and sure enough, the party was almost done getting ready. Balloons and streamers hung around, a few bows tied around trees, and a banner with an apple on it hung above the town hall. Skystrike hummed at the sight, then the crowd in front of him, who were watching Twilight prepare a speech.

The two quickly found places within the crowd as Twilight began to speak. They were at the very back of the crowd, so they didn’t have much trouble finding space. Skystrike, however, did find trouble listening to her speech, inwardly groaning as the unicorn held what seemed to be at least a stack of eight hundred sheets of paper. Seriously, what is there to talk about? A thank you would seem sufficient enough.

But he did start paying a little more attention. Mostly because Twilight's presentation was interrupted several times by her friends. Rainbow Dash dove in and began speaking about how cool Applejack was, and how awesome her flying tricks would be as Applejack watched. Once Twilight got her papers back from the floor, Pinkie popped in about how she was going to be running the bakery with Applejack… His ears did go up at the free sweets though. Then even the shy Fluttershy went up, tapping the unicorn's shoulder, explaining how Applejack would be helping her with the bunny census. Why is that a thing? Twilight was finally able to start her speech again, but then Mayor Mare walked onstage and looked at her. Irritated, she threw her notes on the floor and walked off.

Mayor Mare finished up quickly, pointing to a golden trophy for the ‘Beloved Pony of Ponyville’. He was surprised how much Applejack did around town to warrant that. Then again, he’s never really seen her free… he also didn’t get out too much to see her not be free. His train of thought was derailed as he heard hoof stomps, then the pulling back of a curtain. Skystrike instinctively started stomping his hooves, then slowed down when nopony was there.

The crowd quickly noticed as well, slowing down their applause. An awkward silence filled the air. Then the mare of honor announced her arrival. “I’m here!” Then Applejack yawned. “I’m here…” Skystrike noticed the over-filled baskets on her back full of apples, as well as Applejack herself bumping into ponies as she walked by. She was clearly tired, as if she just woke up. She walked on stage, pushing the mayor aside. “Thank ya kindly for this… award thingy… It’s so… bright and shiny!” She giggled at her reflection in the curved metal. “Heheh… I sure do look funny.” She moved back and forth, seeing herself move on the trophy. “Woo woo!” Pinkie even joined in… Skystrike had to admit it was kinda funny.

And then he zoned out again at Twilight and Applejack talking, more out of worry this time. They talked for a bit more, Applejack yawned, then fell asleep in place, then snapped awake, then began dragging the trophy away in her mouth. The silence as everypony stared was really funny, amplified by the only sound being heard was the dragging of the trophy. He tried his best not to laugh.

But then he got serious. As soon as Applejack moved past him, Skystrike got up from his seat and began walking alongside the mare. “Yo, Applejack. Want me to carry that for you?”

Applejack let go of the trophy. “Mighty kind of you, Nebula. I appreciate it…” She yawned again.

Skystrike picked up the trophy in his hoof as they walked. “Back to the farm, I assume… what’s gotten you so tired?”

“Oh, you know…” She stumped a bit, then quickly regained her posture. “Applebucking season just started, and Big Mac is out with an injury… So I gotta do it by myself… But don’t worry, I got it-” She wasn’t watching her step and tripped.

Skystrike quickly caught her before she fell onto the ground. “Applejack, may not have known each other long, but I think you need a break.” He picked up some of the fallen apples. “I saw how big that orchard is… only so much one pony can do.”

She scoffed. “You sound just like Big Mac!” She stomped a hoof.

“Well, if that’s the case, if two ponies are telling you the same thing, It’s advice worth taking into consideration.” Skystrike shrugged. “It’s alright to ask for help. Nopony is going to think less of you.”

“Well here’s some advice for you.” She looked at him, visibly dizzy. “I can do this on my own!” She took the trophy out of his hoof.

“At your current state, you won’t be able to do it on your own.” Skystrike crossed his hooves. “Given how tired you are, it’s a safe bet for me to make that there’s a lot of apples still left to harvest, and the deadline is coming up fast.”

“Is that a challenge!?” She eyes him. It was then Skystrike put together that this was a pride thing.

There was no point in reasoning with her right now. He sighed. “You know what, you do you, farm girl. I’ll be around if you need a hoof.” Skystrike turned on his hooves and began walking back to his home. At least he’d be able to get to studying.

Skystrike sat in his living room on his new couch. It was time. If anything moved him to get his relaxed ass off that comfy ass couch, it was free food. Today, Pinkie and Applejack were running Sugar Cube Corner. And his favorite breakfast food was being made. Muffins. “Fuck yeah.” He pumped a hoof before getting up and flying to the bakery.

He landed with a loud thump, announcing his arrival. Several ponies looked at him, making way as he walked to the store with confidence… except for one. It was Derpy. The two made eye contact, and epic stare down ensued. The pegasi stared at each other before the mare made the first move. “...Muffins.”

Skystrike nodded. “Muffins.”

“Muffins!”

“Muffins?”

The two approached each other, reeling their hooves back before interlocking them and flexing their muscles. “MUFFINS!” The two gazed at the fire in each other's eyes before walking into Sugar Cube Corner.

“Free muffin sample spectacular!” Pinkie announced from behind the counter as they all gazed at the delectable looking treats. Skystrike and Derpy walked up, each taking a muffin in their hooves before locking elbows and eating said muffing out of eachothers hooves.

Their eyes went wide as the taste entered their mouths. It was… crunchy… slimy… sour, and bubbly somehow. The two looked at each other for minutes before running outside and throwing up in the dirt. “GOD!” Skystrike shouted.

“What’s IN this!?” Derpy gagged.

They both looked into the muffins still in their hooves. From what he could see, and taste, it was potato chips, cola, lemon juice, and… “Are these fucking WORMS??!”

“The muffins were a lie!” Derpy weeped.

But then they had a realization. Other ponies had some before them. They turned around to see everypony present turning a shade of green. “Oh no…” Then he looked down his snout, seeing his own face turn a shade of it. “Oh no oh god!” Then he turned to Derpy, who was laying on the ground like fucking Yamcha. He saluted for his fallen comrade before Skystrike made his way to Ponyville Hospital, the pegasus mare in his arms.

He pushed open the door, still gagging at the taste. “I NEED A MEDIC!”

Derpy was quickly taken out of his hooves as one of the nurses rushed to him. “What happened!?”

“The muffins… were a lie.” He fell to the ground. “We weren’t the only ones… you’re going to need like, a dozen beds… Food poisoning…” He felt something coming up his throat. Skystrike covered his mouth with a hoof. The nurse quickly got him a bucket for him to sick in.” Holy shit, thank you…” He said before gagging again.

The next couple hours were a blur as they quickly moved him to a hospital bed. Well… three beds put together for his size, but the point remains. He did not feel good. Even some of his breakfast was turning up in the bucket. At least it got out of his system fast, and he was able to go home after a little while… but he had some choice words for a certain mare. He knew who was helping Pinkie today.

Flying overhead into Sweet Apple Acres, he knew that the most likely place for Applejack to be would be where the full apple trees met the already bucked ones. He landed between some trees, a few yards away from the farm mare. With heavy thumps, he walked up to her. “Applejack…” He sighed.

Applejack turned her head a bit too far to look at him. “Wh-... Oh hey, Skystrike… give me a moment…” She turned to kick a tree, then missed, falling on her butt. “Whoops… heh heh…”

Skystrike sat down in front of her. “Applejack… I will speak, and you will listen.” Applejack noticed the tone of his voice, indicating annoyance, if not anger. “I know you helped Pinkie Pie earlier today.”

“Yeah… Twilight already came by-”

“I will speak. You will listen.” He repeated with a stomp of his hoof. Applejack’s mouth snapped shut. “Rhetorical question: Would you rather have your pride, or the safety of yourself and others? I spoke to Twilight yesterday about how you sent Rainbow into her balcony, and today, you gave a dozen ponies food poisoning.” He leaned in. “Your own pride is not only negatively affecting you, as you look like you haven't had a good sleep in days, but now it’s extended to affect others, your own friends included.” He sighed. “If any of this gets through to you, you need to know when to throw in the towel, set aside your pride, and ask for help… Now, I’m going to leave, and hope you think about what you’ve done today, ok?” Applejack nodded. “Good.” Skystrike stood up and flew back home. After the day he just had, he wanted to rest.

Skystrike sighed. “...God fuckin damn it.” Skystrike walked into town to do some grocery shopping. Only for there to be no produce, as shredded scraps of crops laid around the market area. He turned to Golden Harvest and Cabbage Patch who were nearby… lying on the ground. He looked down at them. “Are… are you two alright?”

Cabbage Patch weakly pushed herself up. “By Celestia… it was terrifying! The bunnies… they were endless!”

“...What.” Skystrike deadpanned.

“It was awful!” Golden Harvest limped over dramatically. “They just… came in waves! Trampling and eating all the greenery!” She pointed to one of the aggressors. A cute brown baby bunny was eating a carrot in its paws.

Skystrike eyed the rabbit, then looked to another that was eating a cabbage leaf. He looked around some more, seeing rabbits with mouths full of various crops. “...These mother fuckin…” He turned to the two mares. “You two need help before I go?”

They shook their heads as Cabbage Patch spoke. “No… we’re just… mourning.”

Skystrike sighed before flying to Sweet Apple Acres. He knew that his words were not getting through. That meant he needed somepony else to come and speak. The pegasus landed at the entrance, seeing a small filly he met previously. “Ah, Applebloom. It’s been some time.”

The filly dropped the bag of chicken feed she was dragging. “Oh, howdy mister! I haven't seen you since the Summer Sun Celebration!”

“How have you been? Staying busy I see.” He crouched down so she didn't have to look so high up to him.

“Yeah!” Applebloom puffed out her chest. “I’m in charge of feeding and cleaning up after the animals!”

“Ooo!” Skystrike hyped her up. “Nice job! I don’t mean to keep you from doing your chores. I’m actually looking for Big Mac. I heard he was injured?”

“Yeah, fell over and… fractured? Yeah, that’s the word, fractured a rib, but he’s fine now! Just inside, second floor, second door on the right.”

Skystrike thanked the filly before walking to the house and opening the door. He looked at the old mare in the rocking chair. “Oh, Ms. Smith. I don’t think we’ve ever spoken.”

The granny creaked her head towards him and squinted. “Oh… you’re that Nebula feller that my granddaughter speaks about…” She eyed him up and down. “Quite big for a stallion… I like that.”

Skystrike felt uncomfortable. “...Thanks? I guess?”

“And such strong… thick legs… You gotta stop by more often, colt.”

‘MAN she is forward!’ Skystrike thought. “Um… maybe? I'm actually here on business, so… I’m just gonna go get Big Mac…” He ignored the last cat call sent his way before going up the stairs. He knocked on the second door.

Big Mac opened it. “Oh, Nebula, what brings you by?”

“Well, I assume you haven't heard what your sister Applejack was doing, but I’ll give you the rundown. She launched Rainbow Dash into Twilight’s house, gave a dozen ponies food poisoning, myself included, and herded rabbits into Ponyville, who ate all the gardens and some market produce. So, as an older brother, I’m going to another older brother so he can hopefully talk some sense into his little sister.” Skystrike sighed. “And I don't even think she’s half way done.”

Big Mac looked at him and sighed. “C’mon… I know where she is.”

The two stallions walked for a while, stumbling in on Twilight once again trying to convince the stubborn Applejack for help. “Alright, Applejack, your apple bucking hasn’t just caused you problems, it’s over propelled a pegasus, practically poisoned plenty of ponies, and terrorized bushels of brand new bouncing baby bunnies. I don’t care what you say, you. Need. Help!”

Applejack retorted by kicking the tree behind her, the apples falling into her baskets. “Ha! No I don’t! Look! I did it.” They looked to the trees to her left. “I harvested the entire Sweet Apple Acres without your help! How do you like them apples!?”

Skystrike looked to Big Mac. Big Mac looked back, then walked up to his sister. “Um… How do you like them apples?” He motioned his head to the opposite side of the orchard.

Applejack stared wide eyed, then began muttering to herself in a mixture of confusion and sleep deprivation. Skystrike looked at Big Mac. “Thank you.”

“Eeyup.” The earth pony nodded before walking away.

“Applejack!” Twilight called out to the barely conscious mare on the ground.

Skystrike walked next to her. “...Twilight, when she wakes up, I’m going to let you do most of the talking, because I don’t want to be mean about it.”

Twilight was about to respond, but then a mumbling Applejack opened her eyes. “Oh good, you’re ok.” She gave a small sigh of relief, but then got serious. “Now Applejack, I completely respect the Apple Family ways, you’re always there to help anypony in need, so maybe you can put a little of your stubborn pride aside to allow your friends to help you.”

Applejack winced as she looked from the two to the rest of the unharvested apples. Her face turned to one of acceptance. “...Ok, Twilight.”

“I am not taking no for an answer!” Twilight stomped a hoof before realizing what she said. “What?”

“Yes, Twilight, Skystrike… please!” She put her hooves together. “I could really use your help.”

Skystrike stretched like a cat before nodding. “Sure thing, Applejack.” Then he crouched down. “But before you do anything else, I’m getting you to bed.”

“...Whuh-?” Applejack was surprised by Skystrike picking her up and carrying her on his back.

“Twilight, tell everypony else who’s willing to help to be here tomorrow morning.” Skystrike looked back at her. “This lady needs to sleep before she hurts herself and others any more.” Twilight responded with a nod before Skystrike picked up the basket of apples that fell over and began walking.

“Wha- Skystrike, I can walk by my-”

“I’m not done with you, Applejack.” Skystrike grinned his teeth. Her ears went back as Skystrike sighed. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be so hard on you…” He said as he walked. “Look, this is going to make me sound like a hypocrite, but we can’t do everything alone. Not only do we hurt those around us, but… we hurt ourselves, and that makes their pain worse. You, who has all these friends around you, take them for granted because you want to do everything yourself, whether it be of pride or self sacrifice…” Skystrike felt like as he continued, he was more talking to himself than her. “...You aren’t alone in this world, alright?”

“...Alright… I’m… mighty sorry, Skystike.”

Skystrike sighed. “...It’s… It will be alright, Applejack… Life is a journey of endless growth, but it is up to us to decide whether or not we learn from the lessons that life has given us.” He pushed open the door to her home. “Now, which room is yours?”

“Upstairs, third on the right…” Then she shuffled on his back. “You… don’t plan on going in do you? I… haven’t had the time to clean it.”

“I have sisters. I wont see anything I haven’t seen before.”

“Uh… You can just leave me at my door… I promise I’ll get a good night’s sleep.”

Skystrike chuckled as he walked up the stairs. “What, the first time a guy will be in your room? How scandalous~”

“Well now you just sound like Rarity.” She chuckled as well. Skystrike crouched down for her to get off. “Thank you, Nebula… I’ll think on what you said earlier.”

“All I ask.” Skystrike nodded before making his way back home.

Thankfully, clearing out the rest of the apples was fairly simple. Just tedious. Pinkie Pie was helping out Applejack, being earth ponies. Twilight, and her skill with magic, was able to pick the apples of the trees in the dozens. Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Skystrike focused on moving the baskets full of apples to the barn.

It only took a day with the seven ponies working together. Skystrike carried two baskets in his hooves as he flew to the barn to drop them off. Upon flying back, he realized that there weren’t any baskets left for him to transport. “Skystrike!” Applejack waved him down. All her friends stood around a table with seven bottles of apple juice.

Skystrike landed with a heavy thump. “Didn’t realize we’d be done so fast.” Applejack handed him a bottle. “Thank you.”

“You know, I’m still surprised you were able to do all that work with that armor!” Pinkie stated, but it felt more like a question.

Skystrike sat down and sipped on his apple juice. “Eh, you don’t notice it after a while. Plus, it’s only… fifty pounds last I measured.”

“Well dang.” Twilight looked up from her juice. “You know Rarity makes clothes right?”

Skystrike paused mid sip, then looked to Twilight, then looked to Rarity. “I do.”

“Then you could ask her! I’m sure she has some great designs!” Twilight said obliviously. Everyone else winced. “...Ok what did I miss?”

“Nothing important.” Skystrike began to dismiss the subject.

“Actually…” Rarity interjected. “This has been a rather… long time coming, but I truly am sorry, Darling. The way I’ve treated you wasn’t acceptable.”

“Dont worry about it.” Skystrike said as he sipped his apple juice again.

Rarity blinked. “Th-... that’s it?”

“What do you want me to say? ‘Oh I forgive you, it’s all good! I won’t remember the past few months!’” He said sarcastically. Then he sighed. “Sorry, that came off the wrong way…. What I mean to say is that your words are just that, words. Your coming actions will decide whether I forgive you or not. For now, as I am doing with the rest of the town, I am looking past the past actions... We aren’t perfect, and personally, you all haven't done enough to not warrant a second chance.”

“So…” Rarity tapped her hooves together. “We’re… friends now?”

“We are acquaintances.” He clarified. “I am opening myself up to the chance of us being friends.”

“Speaking of friends…” Applejack moved on the conversation before it got awkward. “I can’t thank you all enough for the help. I was acting… a bit stubborn.”

Twilight smirked. “A bit?”

“Ok, a might stubborn.” Applejack smiled sheepishly before sighing. “And I’m awful sorry… Now, I know the town gave me the prized pony award… but the real reward is having you six as my friends.”

Skystrike put up his bottle in cheers before taking a sip. Then he frowned. “You know, the sad part about being my size… normal size things are so small…”

Rarity looked at her half finished drink. “...You know, I don’t mind giving you the rest of mine.” She floated over her bottle of apple juice.

Skystrike turned to look at her. “...Perhaps I was too harsh on you, Rarity.” He slurped down his new bottle. “You’re a real one.”

“...It’s that easy?” She couldn't help but chuckle.

“I am a simple stallion.” Skystrike hummed. “If you give me food, you are a good pony… but you are the element of generosity, so it makes sense.”

“Speaking of food, all that apple bucking sure made me hungry!” Rainbow Dash said as she finished her juice.

Spike walked in with a plate in his claws. “And I’ve got the perfect treat!” He pulled the plate into view, the half eaten muffins from the other day on them.

“EEEEW!” Pinkie Pie scooted away. “Spike, I threw those away, where’d you get them!?”

“The trash!”

“EEEEEW!” The ponies collectively went.

Skystrike crouched down to the baby dragon. “Spike, you sweet summer child, we do not dig through the trash. Now give me the plate please.”

“Aw…” He pouted as he put the plate in Skystrike’s hooves.

“I’ll get you better food once we’re in town.” Skystrike said before turning to the farm mare. “Hey Applejack, how far does your land extend away from the barn?”

“Uh… a couple acres? Why?”

Skystrike responded by standing on his hind hooves and throwing the muffins into the air. Rolling his shoulder and reeling his arm back, he timed his punch just right, twisting his body and putting all his might into the thrust. They could all feel the wind from the impact, squinting from it. Then all of their eyes went wide as a small pop was heard, and the plate of muffins flew over the horizon. “...Those muffins sucked.”

A week passed, and Skystrike went back to his normal routine… although something new was added to his routine.

He’d wake up, do his workout, sharpen his swords, polish his armor, then read a couple books. Every so often, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, or Twilight would visit and they’d spend some time talking. Admittedly, he wasn’t too out of his shell yet to visit the others in their own homes, but at least he was starting to.

Speaking of, he was on his way to Rarity’s. Since they didn’t have the best start, but it’d be best to work on it. He also needed clothes. Skystrike realized that a reason the ponies weren’t too welcoming of him was how he always walked around in his armor. He was also finally able to buy clothes from Rarity, so it seems to be working out.

He rolled his shoulder then knocked on the door to Carousel Boutique. He heard the sound of small hoof steps, then saw the door handle jiggle. A white unicorn filly with a purple and pink mane. “Oh! You’re the guy that fought Nightmare Moon!”

Skystrike nodded as he crouched down to the filly. “Hello there. I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that Rarity had a little sister. I am Atlas Nebula. What’s your name, little one?”

“Sweetie Belle! With an ‘e’ at the end!” She smiled at him. “Rarity said you’d be coming! I’ll get her.” She pulled the door open, letting the stallion walk in. Skystrike began to look around, seeing the many dresses on display, but his attention was taken away by the filly. “RARITY, NEBULA IS HERE!” She shouted at the top of her lungs.

Sweetie Belle looked up at the armored pony with a smile, who was trying his best not to laugh as an embarrassed Rarity came around the corner. “Sweetie Belle! Don’t shout like that!”

Skystrike audibly chuckled. “All good, Rarity. It’s what siblings do.” He then looked around. “You mind if I close the windows? I’d rather not have any… prying eyes.”

“Of course, darling!” Rarity used her magic to close the windows, as well as flip the sign to close. “Sweetie Belle.” She put some bits in the filly’s hooves. “Go ahead to sugar cube corner and get that milkshake you like. We’ll be a while.” Sweetie Belle nodded before she left. Rarity turned back to Skystrike. “You know, darling, I didn’t take you for one to be insecure about their body. I’m sure the things said are only positive.”

Skystrike shook his head. “It’s that ponies are saying things in the first place is the problem. I’m sure you get a lot of compliments from all sorts of ponies with your looks. Difference is, with how you present yourself, I assume you’re looking for those compliments. I’m not.” Then he sighed. “And a lot of times, they aren’t compliments.”

“Why, thank you. And I do get your point… The cat calling is tiring at times…” Then she clapped her hooves together. “But enough about that, I must get your measurements! I already have so many ideas for what I could make for you. You wouldn’t believe how few stallions there are in Ponyville, let alone ones that want to wear clothes.”

Skystrike nodded. “Now that I think of it, I’ve met… three stallions in this town. Big Mac, Filthy Rich, and Dr. Horse… and I’ve seen four others.” Skystrike began undoing the buckles on his armor. “What was the ratio again? Like six mares per stallion?”

“To be quite honest, I haven’t been keeping track.” She watched as he took off each piece of metal. Seeing the sheer amount he had to take off, she was a bit surprised. Each limb had several segments, and the black gambeson he wore underneath added another layer. “Wow… I didn’t realize how much there was to armor.”

“It’s more specific to my own armor. The guards you normally see aren't nearly as heavy nor defensive as mine is. The padding is also built into their armor.” Skystrike dropped the last piece of armor, his chest plate, onto the floor and took off his gambeson.

Rarity covered her mouth at the number of scars riddled on his body, some large, like the one going down his back and over a wing. Smaller ones, like the one over his left eye, or the ones on his back legs. She noticed that many seemed to be from different types of injuries.

“You can ask.” Skystrike rolled his metal shoulder. “Everypony who’s seen them does.” He took off his helmet and shook out his hair.

“Well… the one on your eye?”

Skystrike rubbed it, as if to check if it was still there. “Starting off strong, huh?” He chuckled. “There was… a fire when I was a colt. Burning lumber fell on me while I got my sister out of the fire. Same story with the big one on my back.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Eh, it’s in the past. Besides, it makes me look cool, doesn't it?” He tried to lighten the mood.

Rarity giggled. “I suppose it does.” She then got to business, using a measuring tape to first measure around his hooves, then chest, then the neck, then the back.

But as she got closer to his rear, Skystrike took a few hoofsteps back. “Hey… how about I measure that area and I tell you afterwards?”

Rarity laughed. “Oh, Skystrike, it’s quite alright. I’ve seen it before on other stallions. I’ll make sure to keep it professional.” Begrudgingly, Skystrike sighed and nodded as he turned his back to Rarity. “Oh~!” She cooed, teasing the stallion a bit.

“Rarity…”

“I jest, Skystrike.” She finished her measurements. “Now, what type of clothes are you looking for?”

“Something that’ll cover everything… as well as something comfortable. I already stand out a lot with my size, so nothing too flashy. Something I can wear around town everyday. Also, I’d like a couple pairs of underwear too… Honestly, you probably won't like it, but sweats would be ideal.”

“Alright… I can work with that. I could get all this done in a week or two. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds great.” Skystrike nodded as he put back on his armor. “Do you want the payment up front or…?”

Rarity waved a hoof. “Oh please, it’s fine darling. Think of it as a show of good will after everything we did to you.”

Skystrike smiled as he put back on his helmet, finishing his set. “Very well. Thank you, Rarity. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Don’t be a stranger, dear… Oh, and if you see Sweetie Belle, tell her to be back early enough to finish her homework.”

“Will do.” Skystrike pulled open the door and stepped outside. Now that he had some time to himself, he needed to plan some things. “Echo.” He called to his computer companion.

“Is my assistance needed?” The monotone voice responded.

“Yeah.” Skystrike said as he walked. “We need to think of moves… Lets say I dive from the sky and onto a pony with a punch… I’m thinking… Fallen Glory.”

“Hm.” For an artificial intelligence, he had a surprising amount of sas. “Heaven Fall.”

“...Meteor Strike?”

“Affirmative.”

“Great.” Skystrike smiled. “Now, the next move. I spin kick a dude.”

“Tatsumaki Senpukyaku.” Echo responded. “Like Ryu.”

“That’s a mouthful… and also kinda weebish… do the Japanese exist in this world?”

“And who here is to judge you for being weebish?”

“Fair.” Skystrike chuckled as he kept walking with no real destination.

This time, Echo had an idea. “What if you charge fire and lightning into your fingertips…” Skystrike almost instantly knew where this was going. No way… “And then you release it in a beam that’s so condensed it drills things?”

“The hell is this, Dragon Ball Z?” Skystrike chuckled again.

“Let’s call it ‘Special Beam Cannon’.”

“Wow… even the same name. Last I checked though, cannons don’t drill things.”

“That’s what makes it special.” Echo stated as if Skystrike was oblivious.

“What are you doing?” Pinkie spawned in next to Skystrike.

Skystrike jumped into the air and spread his wings, taking to the air in defense. Once he realized who it was, he landed back on the ground. “Jeez, don’t sneak up on me like that, Pinkie… How’s it going?”

Pinkie smiled at him… way too wide for his liking. “Oh you know, just going around town.”

Skystrike looked at her. She was avoiding eye contact… as well as trying to hide a laugh. “...You’re up to something. I know you are.”

“What? Nooooo who do you take me for, a prankster?”

“Well, yeah, the way you said that kinda makes me think so.” Skystrike side eyed her.

Pinkie Pie looked at him, still trying to hide her laugh. But for a fraction of a second, she moved her eyes from him to something behind him… Then focused on the sound of flapping wings. They were silent, but were approaching.

Skystrike snapped his head around to see Rainbow Dash approaching with an armful of water balloons. One was quick to leave her hooves at an astounding speed. Skystrike ducked under the first one going for his head, then realized the others were following the first. He sidestepped the second, then jumped over the third.

Skystrike looked at Rainbow Dash, who was wide eyed, then back to Pinkie, who was wide eyed and soaked from the water balloons. The two mares started laughing, causing Skystrike to chuckle a bit with them. “So what, you two just going around pranking ponies?”

“Yeah, though you’re the first it didn’t getPINKIE NOW!” Rainbow Dash yelled.

Skystrike quickly turned around to see the earth pony with a pie in her hoof. But he didn’t have time to dodge it, as it was already mid flight. The only thing he could do was brace… unless… He opened his mouth and caught it. “Mmm… cherry…” He put the pie in his hooves and began eating it nonchalantly. “You know, you would’ve got me if you didn’t call out your moves.” They looked at the stallion, hooves covered in pie, then chuckled. “So, how many others did you get?”

“Everyone except Fluttershy so far… and technically you.” Rainbow Dash laughed as Pinkie jumped next to her.

“Damn, and I was going to give you ideas.” Skystrike began licking the tin.

“Jeez, was it that good?” Pinkie asked.

“Are you kidding me?!” Skystrike looked up from the tin. “Food is food. Good food is a blessing. In fact, how much I gotta pay you to make me more?”

“Uh… I don’t know, how many do you want?”

Skystrike looked at her, then off to the distance in a thinking pose. “...Four.”

“What flavor?”

“I don’t think you understand, Pinkie. Pie is my favorite dessert. It’s like the pussy of food.” Pinkie and Rainbow began dry wheezing at the absurdity of his statement. “Yeah, I don’t know where I was going with that either. It just came to mind and I thought it was funny.” The two fell on the floor, gasping for breath.

“Sweet Celestia, Nebula, you have to do that more.” Pinkie said as she kept laughing on her back. “You’re really funny! You gotta get out more!”

Skystrike rolled his neck. “I might. Still getting used to Ponyville. But I won’t keep you two any longer, you still got pranks to do, right? I have some things to do, anyway.”

“Like what? You need help?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“It’d be appreciated, but I don’t think you two would be able to do anything. Nothing dangerous, just some Timber Wolves getting too comfortable getting to the edge of the forest. Happens once a month, if that.” Skystrike waved a hoof.

“Alright then.” Pinkie began bouncing away. “We’ll see you later!” Rainbow Dash followed behind her.

Another day came. Another day to try and do better. Skystrike was only slightly sore after attempting to scare off the Timber Wolves. They got more confident. Splitting them apart and using them for lumber definitely made the few that remained scamper off. Now, he sat in his living room, reading a book.

But it soon became his time to patrol the town. He got up, put on his armor, and opened the door. Skystrike took it upon himself to start doing rounds after the Nightmare Moon incident. He was probably overthinking, but it got him out of the house as well. Besides, not much else for him to do.

He barely finished locking his door before he heard what sounded like worried screams… from above? The pegasus looked up to see a flying contraption spinning out and falling to the ground. Skystrike jumped into action, flying up at it in an attempt to stop it. Realizing he couldn't, he had a split second to pull the mare inside out of it before the spiraling object fell another few dozen feet into the ground below. “Are you alright?” He looked to see who it was he was holding.

“Yeah…” Pinkie Pie looked down at how long of a fall was below them. “Thanks…”

Skystrike slowly glided down to the ground and let Pinkie off next to the fragments of her contraption. “How did that happen?”

She looked sadly at her broken sky bike. “Rainbow Dash… has a griffon friend over. I was trying to hang out with them, but Gilda just kept… doing things! First, she raced Rainbow Dash to a cloud I couldn’t get to with my trampoline, then when I got to them, she popped all my balloons! Then when I went to them again, she told me to buzz off and stopped my rotor from spinning! It’s almost like she wants RD to herself!”

Skystrike ignored how the hell she got the trampoline, balloons, and the contraption, and focused on what she did. “Hold on, I feel like I may have misheard you.” Skystrike looked at her. “She sent you plummeting from however high up in the fucking air because she wanted Rainbow to herself?”

“Yeah! She’s a meanie!” Pinkie huffed.

Skystrike inhaled deeply. “Pinkie, I will ask you before I do anything. Do you want me to confront her?” Pinkie Pie looked at him confused. “My morals will not allow what you said to go unpunished, unless the one affected wants otherwise.” Skystrike turned to one of the broken propellers. “The claw marks on this is already enough for me to believe your story.”

“Oh… no, It’s… fine. I don’t want you to hurt her for my sake. I just… wanted to rant a bit.”

Skystrike looked at her pleading eyes then sighed. “Fine. I won’t do anything to her… for now. I’d recommend keeping some distance from her for now though. I know you and Rainbow didn’t get along that well, and it seems from yesterday, you had gotten close enough to hang out. Just hear me out… It is coming off a bit that you’re jealous that Rainbow has another friend to hang out with.”

“Jealous!?” Her jaw dropped.

“Not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, I get it. Everypony goe s through it at some point. But if I were you, I’d wait it out. That griffon isn’t going to be here forever.” Skystrike began gathering the scraps of Pinkie’s flying machine. “Normally, I’d just say to confront Gilda, but I don’t think it’s worth it… at least not by yourself.”

Pinkie sighed. “Alright…” The sigh turned into a pout. “Thank you, Skystrike.”

“No problem, Pinkie. Give me a few days and I’ll have this thing fixed up. The design looked pretty simple.” Skystrike began hauling the scraps to his backyard. “But I will also say, get a second opinion.”

Skystrike began getting to work on what was left of Pinkie Pie’s sky bike. He noticed that sweets were a big factor in the design of this thing, it seemed to be made of candy cane shaped plastic. It’d be best to reverse engineer it and make a blueprint first. So that’s what he spent the next few hours on… But there’s no real art in making an exact copy. Thus, he tried to make it better. Sure, it’d be a bit heavier, but it’d be faster, easier to control, and have a changing gear system. Skystrike also made sure to add a parachute to it, just so nothing else can happen like today.

With the blueprints done, he began walking to town, finally doing his patrol. The town was just as lively as usual. Skystrike even decided to stop and chat with some ponies, getting quotes on the materials he’d need to make Pinkie’s contraption. So far, for all the things he didn’t have, it’d be around a hundred bits, and they would be made within the week. Thankfully, the only parts he needed to buy were the gears. He didn’t know how to make gears, but he thought back to that lab he found in the Everfree. Surely one could be made there…

His train of thought was interrupted by the screaming of Granny Smith in front of a carrot and corn stall. “AAH! A rattler! Run for the hills! Everypony save yourselves!!” And then she moved at the pace of a foot per second. Normally he would’ve laughed if the elderly mare wasn’t scared for her life, and also trying to run with a bad hip from what Applejack said.

Skystrike looked at the ‘rattler’ in question, which was just a griffon’s tail. He met griffons before, one was a dear friend, so he was familiar with the shape. The brown furred griffon with white feathers grinned, then said something to the one in charge of the stall, leaving the mare gobsmacked.

“So… that must be Gilda.” Skystrike said to himself. Not like this town gets any griffons, let alone visitors. He tried to give the benefit of the doubt, seeing it could’ve been a really bad prank. Then he noticed Pinkie Pie watching the griffon from afar. He decided to meet up with the mare. “Pinkie? Are you spying for any specific reason?”

Pinkie’s eyes moved to him, then back to Gilda. “Oh, I was just drinking a milkshake, then she showed up!” The two watched as Gilda walked to another stall, stealing an apple from under the ponies noses with her tail and throwing it into her mouth. Pinkie gasped. “I did misjudge her! She’s not only a meanie mean pants, she’s also a thief!” She banged a hoof on the table. Before thinking on it. “No no no no no, she might give it back?”

“She fucking ate it, Pinkie.” Skystrike grunted at the two kept looking on. “So far, I don’t think you misjudged her.”

But Skystrike was about to hit his limit. Fluttershy was not having a lucky day, leading a family of ducks in front of Sugarcube Corner, her back in the direction of travel. He already knew where this was going, as Fluttershy walked by their table, whispering to the duck family, and into Gilda, who didn’t even try to move out of the way.

“Hey!” Gilda shouted at the pastel mare.

“Oh, please excuse me…” Fluttershy said sheepishly.

“I’m walkin’ ‘ere!” The griffon spread her wings out.

Fluttershy began to visibly shrink and back away. “Oh… I’m sorry… I-I was just-.. trying to…”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” She mocked. “Why don't you just watch where you're going, Doofus!” She screamed as she walked closer to Fluttershy, sending the ducks every which way.”

“B-b-b-but I… I…” Fluttershy could barely speak from her anxiety.

Gilda let out a lion-like roar in the face of the poor mare. Fluttershy began running away crying, only for her to run straight into Skystrike’s chest. He looked at the tears starting to fall down her face as several onlookers stared at what was happening. Skystrike looked down at her, then brushed her mane with a hoof. “Pinkie Pie, be a good friend and watch Fluttershy for me.” Skystrike pushed the pegasus to her.

“Uh… ok?” Pinkie began hugging Fluttershy in an attempt to calm her down.

Skystrike was pissed… Angry even. His eyes felt like they were burning. Once within arms reach of the griffon, he began clapping his hooves. “Bravo, bravo!” His words were laced with anger. “Shouting at a pony trying to apologize! I bet that makes you feel real good!”

“Heh, yeah…” Gilda seemed to not notice his tone. “But who are you, and what do you want?”

“Oh, sorry, where are my manners?” Skystrike stood straight, and did not bow. “I’m Atlas Nebula. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you remember my name… After all, I want to reward you for that show.”

“Oh yeah?” She began looking at her talons smugly. “And what would that-” A hoof collided with her jaw, making her head, torso, and waist spin in that order as she flew back a few feet from the force of Skystrike’s punch.

He walked up to her, who was regaining her blurry vision. As Gilda looked up at him, she saw the fully armored stallion, bigger than her, looming over her. But it wasn't his size that put her off, it was the burning white light coming from the holes in his helmet where his eyes should be.

Skystrike found it out when he was younger. With enough stimulus, and more anger, his eyes would burn white with magic. He couldn’t control it, nor did he find any use for it, but it made him more intimidating at least.

He drew one of his blades as he kept walking. Gilda wasn’t able to scamper away fast enough as Skystrike stomped on her tail to keep her from going any further and raised his blade. She closed her eyes as it came down on her, only for it to land inches away from her neck in the dirt. “What’s wrong?” She looked up to Skystrike’s voice. “Not satisfied?”

Skystrike leaned in, making sure to get a good look of her fear filled eyes. “Let me make one thing clear to you, griffon… This isn’t your home.” He growled. “You don’t get to walk in here and fuck with ponies, fuck with their business, or fuck with my friends because you woke up with a cactus up your ass.” Skystrike put his metal hoof on her neck. The claws erupted from his hoof and around her neck as they began to squeeze slightly. “I do not expect an apology from you, as I doubt beings like you change, let alone are capable of regret. Besides, one from you now would only be disingenuous and self-serving. You see… I have a very strict set of morals. I see beings do good things, I do good things for them… Beings that do bad things however…”

He tightened his grip as Gilda coughed. There wasn’t enough pressure where she couldn’t breathe, but enough to hurt, as her talons around his arm showed.

“An eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind… So, rather than giving others a reason for revenge, I plan on making sure they dont get that chance to take it… Whether it be through a reasonable conversation… or a show of force, as you seem to like.” Skystrike took his back hoof off her tail and picked her up. “So, I’ll give you a chance to make this better. Pay back the apple you stole, and stay out of trouble…” He pulled her face towards his. “Or I’ll make sure a manticore family has an… exotic meal.”

With that, he threw the griffon to the stall she stole from, sliding to a stop in front of the mare in charge. Feathers and fur full of dirt, she began coughing as she pushed herself up, glaring back at Skystrike before throwing a handful of bits onto the stall. “There…” She heaved. “Happy?”

“Not quite…” Skystrike picked his sword out of the path. “Buzz off.”

“...What?”

“You know, I thought you were stupid, you know, just from how you stood directly in Fluttershy’s way with no intent on moving, but I figured you at least had enough wrinkles in your brain to know what ‘buzz off’ means.” Skystrike hit a sarcastic thinking pose. “Let me think of some others… Scram, skiddalde, fuck off, beat it, take a hike, make like a tree… I got more if all of those bounced off that thing you call a head.”

Gilda grit her teeth. “I’ll remember this!” And with that, she flew away.

Skystrike began to start breathing exercises to calm himself down. The burning white eyes went back to their normal purple as he tried to ignore the stares around him. He turned to Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie. Skystrike was about to ask if they were ok… but the fear seemed to have spread to them somewhat. He knew those eyes, he saw them on everypony.

He hated them.

So much for his reputation going up. Without a word, he turned around and walked back to his house. Closing the door behind him, he sat down on his couch and bent over, putting his forehooves on his head. He grit his teeth. He tried, you know? Ponies finally gave him a chance to know who he really is, and then he fucks it up like that, at the snap of a finger… all because he couldn’t control his anger.

Skystrike couldn’t get their eyes out of his head. The prying eyes… the judging eyes… it felt as if thousands were on him, eyeing every move, every action… every mistake he has and would make. Why? Why does this always happen? He felt… frustrated… angry… and yet at the same time… he felt nothing.

He hated how calming that nothingness was.

There was a knock on his door. His ears moved to the direction of the sound. “It’s open.” He heard two sets of hoof steps enter, then sit on either side of him. “Pinkie Pie… Fluttershy…”

“Are…you ok?” Pinkie asked.

“...I… will be.” Skystrike sighed.

“You know you can tell us, right? We’re your friends.” Fluttershy put a hoof on his back.

Skystrike looked over to her, then to Pinkie Pie, before groaning and taking off his helmet. He leaned back and sighed. “I’m tired of trying to be better, and my efforts going nowhere. It took so long for the ponies here to talk to me, yet I threw it all down the drain because I couldn't keep my emotions in check… Their eyes… your eyes… they went back to how they were when I first came here.”

Fluttershy looked at him, then leaned on his side. “Um… well, I-...” She didn’t know how to say it. “I… would be lying if I said that you didn't scare me… but you did it to protect me… And I appreciate that.”

“Yeah!” Pinkie put a hoof on his shoulder. “Sure, you’re a bit scary sometimes, but you’re a good guy! It just takes some time for ponies to get used to you, that’s all!” Then began patting him on the back. “Plus, most of the ponies watching were thankful after you left… I think it just took some time for them to process it all.”

Skystrike kept staring at his ceiling. “It’s… hard to believe that after everything that I’ve been through… But I’ll try.” Skystrike tried to give a reassuring smile.

“Honestly…” Fluttershy started. “It was a bit exciting, seeing… what’s it called? Karma?” She tapped a hoof to her chin.

Skystrike nodded. “Yeah, it was kinda the reason I started the job… Beings getting away scot free pisses me off.” Then he sat up straight. “...But moving on to more immediate problems, that griffon is still in town, and in no better mood than before…”

“Oh, I got that covered!” Pinkie jumped next to him on the couch. Then she jumped over to the light switch and flicked it off. The room quickly became pitch black, despite the windows in the room that were for some reason closed.

Skystrike, confused, got up and flicked the light back on. “What the fuck!?” Skystrike looked around, astounded at the fact that he was in Sugarcube Corner, several ponies already there and talking amongst each other. He began looking around for PinkiePie, seeing her greeting ponies as they entered. “Pinkie!” He called out to her.

“Yeah, Nebula?” She grinned widely.

“How the actual fuck did you do that!? How did we get here?”

“What do you mean? You helped me set this party for Gilda up!”

Skystrike blinked slowly. He was about to protest, but then sighed. “You know what, fuck it. I’ll roll with it.” He looked around for anyone familiar. Applejack and Rarity were talking, Fluttershy and Twilight were talking, the former in a slightly better mood. Golden Harvest and Cabbage Patch rolled in together too.

Skystrike decided to make his way to a corner and lurk, get a feel of the ponies at the party. Thankfully, Skystrike’s fight with Gilda hasn’t spread around too fast, some ponies only finding out about it now. In fact, most haven’t even seen Gilda yet. Guess he got lucky. He listened in as Fluttershy voiced her worry of the party to Pinkie, who tried to reassure her that things would be fine.

As if on queue, Gilda strolled in with a light, but noticeable limp. A bit off put by Pinkie jumping in her face to greet her, she slowly reached for the hoof the mare put out, only to jump and jitter at the shock that went through her. Gilda was visibly annoyed, moreso at Pinkie Pie’s laughter, but soon put on her calm front as Rainbow Dash walked in and laughed along with her. Once the laughing was over, Rainbow Dash began leading Gilda away to introduce her to her other friends. The griffon, however, stayed to try and intimidate Pinkie Pie a bit, who was either oblivious, or played oblivious. Skystrike had to admit, it worked. He also made a mental note to not play poker with her.

Pinkie Pie introduced her to the party as Rainbow Dash’s friend, getting all eyes on her as Gilda smiled awkwardly. She looked around the room at the many ponies, her eyes locking on Skystrike for a few moments. She glared daggers. Skystrike just nodded his head upward in greeting, annoying her more.

Gilda returned to what Pinkie was offering her, Vanilla lemon drops. He never had one, might try it later… is what he thought until the griffon began to spew fire out of her mouth from how spicy it was. Skystrike had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing at the sight of Pinkie Pie roasting a marshmallow. Rainbow Dash quickly pointed her to the punch in a glass cup, only revealing it to be a dribble glass when Gilda tried to drink it. He had to admit, that was good.

But he could tell the griffon did not like the ponies around her laughing at her expense, making a sarcastic comment about how funny it was. Rainbow Dash with a shit eating grin on her face, pointed her to a table full of presents. Gilda was a bit too eager to open them, though, pulling open one with her beak and launching out several spitting snakes, making her feathers puff up. Skystrike audibly chuckled when Gilda began grinding her teeth.

The party continued like normal for a bit, sharing laughs and stories over drinks and snacks. But what caught his attention was a mare approaching him. She had a vanilla coat with blue and pink swirls, and for some reason, was batting her eyes at him. “Mr. Nebula! How are you?”

Skystrike looked at her cautiously. “...Good?” He knew he didn't have a good reason to be cautious, but she was the first pony to approach him. The skeptic in him said she was up to something. “Sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“Oh, well I suppose it isn’t fair if I know about you and you know nothing about me…” She scooted up to him. “The name’s Bon Bon. Hope you remember it.”

His red flag sense was tingling. “Hmm, I’ll make a note to do so. But what brings you to this corner of the party? You had to go out of your way to get here.”

“What, can a mare not approach a stallion that seems intriguing?” She brushed his chest with her tail.

Skystrike knew where this was going. He’s been through similar situations before. Either she’s into him and is really forward, or she’s keeping tabs on him for whatever purpose. In the former scenario, he isn't interested in that right now. The latter, he needed to find out who. “Yeah, I suppose after Nightmare Moon and now Gilda, I would be intriguing.”

“I am a bit interested though, I wonder what you’ve been through to make you do that to a griffon…” She inched a bit closer. “Well, hopefully I get the time to know you and figure it out.”

“...Another time.” Skystrike rolled his neck. He decided to plant some bait. “To be honest, I’m just here because I was invited. Normally I’m at home or in the Everfree.”

“What makes you stay in that dark place?”

“It has good scenery.” He stated.

“You’re an enigma, Nebula.”

“And you’re asking a bit too many questions for a mare I just met.” Skystrike kept looking out at the party goers, making sure he had enough information.

“So, are you free this afternoon? I’d love to talk more, just the two of us.” Bon Bon twirled a hoof on his chest.

“You do not know me well enough to do that, don't push your limits.” Skystrike gently pushed her hoof away. He had no proof, but his gut told him that she was a spy or something. He’d do some research next time he was in Canterlot.

His attention was broken by a loud roar from the visiting griffon. Reacting near instantly, he lowered his body to the ground, ready for a fight… Thankfully though, it seemed like Gilda was just voicing her anger. “This is your idea of a good time!?” She flew into the air. “I’ve never met a lamer bunch of dweebs in all my life! And Pinkie Pie!” She pointed a talon at the earth pony. “You! You are the lamoe with your weak little party pranks! Did you really think you could make me lose my cool!? Well, Dash and I have ten times as much cool as the rest of you put together!” She put an arm around said mare then pointed across the room. “Especially that guy, thinking he’s all that with his armor!”

Skystrike looked at her. “Do… do you hear yourself?” He chuckled. “Like, me personally, I don’t need to put others down to make myself feel better over pranks that I fell for at a party thrown for me. For real though, are you not embarrassed? Are you capable of any self reflection to realize that this isn't all that serious?”

“What did you say!?” Her claws dug into the wooden floorboards

“You come in, fall for some pranks, then decide to take it out on everypony else who’s here to have a good laugh. Does that make sense to you? Figured I knocked some into you earlier, but yet here you are. Besides… ten times zero is still zero.”

Some snickers were heard from the surrounding ponies. “Uh, Gilda?” Rainbow began to ask.

“It’s nothing, Rainbow Dash. Come on!” Gilda began walking towards the door. “We’re bailing on these dweebs!” Rainbow didn’t move an inch, glaring at Gilda. The annoyed griffon returned the look. “Come on, Rainbow Dash, I said we’re leaving!”

Rainbow Dash exhaled out of her nose. “You know Gilda, I was the one who set up all those weak pranks at this party.”

“What?”

“Oooooooooo.” Pinkie said in suspense.

“So I guess I’m queen lamoe.” Rainbow said as her glare tightened.

“Come on, Dash, you’re joshing me.” Gilda said not believing her… not wanting to believe her.

“They weren't all meant for you specifically, it was just dumb luck that you set them all off.

“I should've known! That dribble cup had Rainbow Dash written all over it.” Pinkie realized getting in Spike’s face for some reason.

“No way, it was Pinkie Pie and Nebula! They set up this party to trip me up, to make a fool out of me!”

“Me? I threw this party to improve your attitude!” Pinkie said hurtfully. “I thought a party could turn that frown upside down!” She twisted her neck as she spoke.

“I have done nothing to this party.” Skystrike defended himself. “I barely know how I got here.”

“And you sure didn't need any help making a fool out of yourself.” Rainbow said, continuing the argument. “This is not how I thought my old friend would treat my new friends. If being ‘cool’ is all you care about, maybe you should go find some new ‘cool friends’ to hang out with.”

Gilda was undeniably angry now. “Yeah, well, you, you, you're just a flip flop!” She pointed an accusatory talon. “Cool one minute, then lame the next.” That made Skystrike start chuckling, then laugh, getting several eyes on him at first, before all the viewers were silent as he regained his composure. “And what’s so funny, dweeb?”

“I’m…” He chuckled some more. “I’m sorry, it’s just… there’s no way you talk like that regularly.” Then he leaned forward. “Honestly, genuinely, who are you trying to impress with all this? The one pony you came here to see isn’t anywhere near happy with the way you act, and everypony else is tired of your shit. You try to push everypony else away from your friend who doesn’t seem to want to be around you anymore. What’s it all for?” Skystrike began walking towards her. “You griffons are a prideful race, and yet you haven’t seemed to learn yet that pride brings arrogance, and arrogance brings ignorance. But when you leave, when you’re no longer welcome by anyone you could call ‘friend’, then maybe you’ll realize you had something to care about.” Then he stopped in front of her, looking her in the eye. “You aren’t used to anyone here standing up to you since you’re a griffon, but I’ll fill that role. Let me repeat what Rainbow Dash said in a different way. You are not welcome here anymore. It’s best you go.”

Gilda puffed out her chest. “Oh yeah!? And what if I don't!?”

“Oh please, by all means…” Skystrike leaned down to be eye height. “Give me another reason.” He growled.

Gilda shrunk a bit, looked at Rainbow Dash one last time, then scoffed as she turned around. “Fine! Give me a call when you don’t want to be lame anymore, Rainbow Dash.”

And with that, she slammed the door. A wave of silence followed the sound of the door frame shuttering from the impact. Then muttering. Skystrike sighed and went to the punch and poured himself a glass. “Wow… what a party pooper!” Spike said. Skystrike couldn’t help but smile at that kid. He had amazing timing.

“I’m sorry, everypony for bringing Gilda here. I didn't know how rude she was.” Rainbow said, looking down at the ground in disappointment. “And Pinkie, I'm really sorry she ruined that awesome party you put on for her.”

“Hey, if you wanna hang out with party poopers, that’s your business.”

“I’d rather hang out with you. No hard feelings?” She put out a hoof.

“No hard feelings.” Pinkie confirmed as she shook it. They both shocked eachother as they laughed together. Just like that, the party was back in full swing.

Twilight walked up to Pinkie. “Hey Pinkie, I’m sorry I accused you of misjudging Gilda… Looks like I’m the one who misjudged you.”

“It’s ok, Twilight! Even you can't be a super smart smarty pants all the time!” Pinkie hugged her. “Come on, everypony! There’s still a whole lot of party to finish!” She began bouncing up and down, the ponies around her cheering.

Skystrike, however, wanted to enjoy his drink. From the smell, it had apples and carrots in it. An… interesting choice, but maybe it tasted good. As he brought the glass up to his mouth, he remembered the dribble glass, and double checked. Thankfully, it wasn’t one. As soon as a drop was about to fall on his tongue, he heard a rather loud burp. Then Spike unrolls a scroll. Then his steps came towards him. “Uh, Nebula?”

Skystrike put his cup down. “What’s up, Spike?”

“There’s a letter for you!”

Skystrike raised a brow under his helmet and took it out of the dragon’s claws. He quickly read it, and sighed. “God fucking damn it.” Skystrike rolled up the letter, downed his punch that tasted surprisingly good, then began walking towards the door.

He was going to Canterlot.