Harmony Engineered

by shanjoo

Rating: teen
Tags: Science Fiction, Random, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Human, Main 6, Princess Luna, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Cutie Mark Crusaders
Length: 13432

A space engineer gets stranded far from home. Will he be able to make the best of an unknown situation?

When a stranded space engineer and his advanced ship crash-land in the magical world of Equestria, two vastly different civilizations collide. As Ethan races to repair his ship with limited resources, he finds himself navigating cautious first contact with intelligent ponies. Through signs, drones, and gestures of goodwill, both sides must overcome a language barrier and bridge the gap between technology and harmony—before curiosity and misunderstanding spiral into chaos.

Author: I am changing up the rating. For now, it will be for some situations that may get a bit saucy. nothing explicit yet.

Published 2025-01-28 15:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2025-02-07 08:06:25 UTC

Prologue

Author's Note

A nice little prologue to give some backstory to Ethan. Hope you like it.

Prologue

Prologue: The Ashes of Yesterday

Ethan wiped the sweat from his forehead, the summer sun beating down on the open fields of his family’s farm. The scent of tilled soil mixed with the mechanical hum of the old irrigation system as he crouched beside it, prying off a rusted panel. Inside, a mess of wiring and corroded connectors awaited him—nothing he hadn’t seen before.

His father’s voice called from the porch, warm and proud. "You get that thing running again, kiddo?"

His mother laughed from the doorway, drying her hands on a rag. “At this rate, you’ll be fixing the whole farm by yourself.”

His father chuckled. “Wouldn’t be surprised. Kid’s got hands like a damn mechanic.”

Ethan grinned, reconnecting a loose wire. The system sputtered, coughed, and then roared to life, spraying water over the parched earth. He turned back, grinning at his father’s approving nod. Moments like this made all the hard work worth it.

He never imagined how quickly everything would be taken away.

A low hum vibrated through the ground beneath him. The air felt charged, thick, unnatural. Then, the sky erupted into fire and smoke.

The ground trembled beneath his feet as alarms blared from the family’s reactor unit. Ethan ran, heart hammering against his ribs as he reached the main facility. His parents were inside.

By the time he got there, flames had already consumed half the structure. His father’s voice barely carried over the roaring inferno. "Ethan! Get back!"

He never saw them again.

His uncle found him days later, barely conscious, covered in ash, and clutching the broken remains of a security drone that had dragged him to safety. The official report ruled it an accident, but whispers in the trade lanes told a different story—sabotage, engineered by a rival family. Ethan didn’t know if it was true, but the possibility burned inside him.

His uncle took him in, raising him aboard his salvage vessel. The pain never faded, but in time, he found purpose—learning to repair ships, pilot vessels, and tinker with electronics. His greatest creation, Vega, started as nothing more than a predictive diagnostics tool, something to keep his hands busy in the quiet of space.

Then the pirates came.

The attack was swift, brutal. His uncle’s ship was outnumbered, outgunned. Ethan barely had time to react before his uncle shoved him into an escape pod, sealing the hatch.

"Live, Ethan. Don’t let this be the end of your story."

Then he was gone.

Ethan slammed his fists against the escape pod’s controls. "No! Let me out!"

The thrusters fired, forcing him back into his seat. Through the viewport, his uncle’s ship vanished into the void, engulfed in weapons fire. Then, silence.

For weeks, Ethan drifted. Alone. Surviving on rations and salvaging what little he could from derelict ships.

Then he found her.

At first, he thought it was just another wreck, a husk lost to the void. But then—faintly—a flicker of red emergency lights pulsed from within, like a dying heartbeat. She wasn’t dead. Not yet.

The Astraforge was a ghost, floating lifeless in the dark. Abandoned, damaged, but not beyond saving. He claimed it under salvage rights, spending years rebuilding it, making it his home, his sanctuary.

But no matter how much he fixed, no matter how many systems he brought back online, there was one thing he could never restore.

The past.

Present Day

Ethan’s eyes shot open, breath coming fast. The nightmare again. It always started the same. It always ended the same.

He exhaled slowly, sitting up in his bunk aboard the Astraforge. The quiet hum of the ship’s systems surrounded him, a stark contrast to the chaos of his memories.

He wasn’t that helpless kid anymore.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood, stretching. The past was done. Right now, he had work to do.

And this time, if the universe tried to take something from him—he’d take it back.

Ch 1: Why Can't Things Ever Be Easy? (Edited)

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Ch 2: Arrival on Equus (Edited)

A Rude Awakening

The golden hues of dawn stretched across Ponyville, casting soft light over the waking town. The air was crisp, and the streets were still quiet, save for the occasional early riser beginning their morning routine. Bakers were prepping their ovens, shopkeepers were unlocking doors, and pegasi were lazily clearing the last remnants of scattered clouds from the previous night.

Then, the peace was shattered.

A deep, thunderous boom rolled across the town, shaking windows and rattling rooftops. The ground trembled faintly beneath their hooves. A distant but powerful shockwave rolled through the town, rattling windows and sending a few roof tiles clattering to the streets. Birds scattered from the rooftops in a frenzy, their instincts warning them of danger before anypony could process what was happening. Ponies jolted awake, scrambling outside in confusion. Gasps and startled shouts filled the air as they looked toward the sky, where streaks of fire cut through the breaking dawn.

Rainbow Dash shot into the air, eyes wide. "Whoa! Whatever it is, it’s coming in fast!"

Applejack adjusted her hat, frowning at the sight. "What in tarnation was that? Somepony tell me I ain’t the only one who heard that!"

Around them, ponies scrambled out of their homes, eyes wide with panic. Some clutched their loved ones, while others galloped toward the town square for answers. A few pegasi took to the sky, but their flight wavered as the shockwave’s turbulence made the air unpredictable.

Twilight Sparkle materialized on the rooftop of Town Hall with a flash of teleportation, her eyes narrowing as she tracked the incoming objects. This wasn’t normal. She summoned a pair of binoculars and peered through them, focusing on the falling debris. The shapes weren’t jagged chunks of rock like a meteor shower—there were straight edges, metallic glints, and objects tumbling in a way that didn’t match natural space debris.

Her gut twisted. "This isn’t a normal meteor shower… The way they’re moving—it’s not natural! We need to send word to Princess Celestia—this isn’t just debris. Have Spike write a message and tell the guards to monitor Canterlot’s skies!"

"Uhh... anypony else see that?" Pinkie Pie’s voice broke the silence as she pointed a hoof toward the horizon.

Twilight followed her gaze. Behind the falling debris, a much larger shape loomed, barely visible through the morning haze. It wasn’t tumbling like the others—it was descending. It burned with streaks of red and orange, its descent slower than the rest, but no less concerning.

A sense of unease settled over Twilight as she lowered the binoculars. Whatever was coming… it wasn’t just falling. It was arriving.

Across the Countryside

Far from Ponyville, other fragments of the derelict streaked across the sky, creating a chaotic spectacle of fire and smoke. Villages and towns across the land paused as ponies looked up, their expressions a mix of awe and terror. Some fragments burned up in the atmosphere, but others came crashing down, each one bringing destruction and panic in its wake.

The quiet morning shattered as an ear-splitting explosion ripped through Hoofington’s outskirts. A fragment the size of a barn plowed into the earth, kicking up a blinding storm of dust and fire. The ground buckled from the force, splitting cobblestone roads and sending ponies tumbling from their hooves. Windows exploded outward, glass shards raining down as terrified screams filled the air. A group of foals playing near the fields was narrowly missed by a chunk of debris, their parents rushing to drag them to safety. Fortunately, no lives were lost, but several ponies were left with cuts and bruises from flying glass and falling rubble.

In the rocky hills near Baltimare, a fiery object streaked through the sky before slamming into a mountainside with a deafening crack. The entire slope shuddered from the force of the impact, sending a cascade of boulders and loose earth tumbling down. Nearby hikers shouted in alarm as the ground trembled beneath their hooves. One pony barely managed to leap onto stable ground before an avalanche of rock buried the path behind her. A thick cloud of dust erupted into the air, swallowing the valley in choking darkness. Ponies coughed and stumbled, their voices lost in the chaos as smaller aftershocks rattled the cliffs.

Miles away, in the heart of Baltimare, ponies looked toward the hills as a dull rumble echoed through the city. The skyline trembled ever so slightly, sending ripples through glasses of water on café tables. From the harbor, sailors pointed toward the rising plume of dust, their voices filled with uncertainty. Something had hit the cliffs—something big.

The water surged violently as the massive shard plunged into the harbor. Dockworkers shouted as a tidal wave crashed over the pier, throwing cargo crates into the streets. A stallion barely managed to grab onto a mooring post as his fishing boat was swept away. Alarm bells rang across the port as emergency responders rushed to assess the damage. While the fragment sank beneath the surface, the resulting ripples left the harbor in disarray.

Back near Ponyville, another fiery streak blazed across the sky, drawing gasps from ponies still reeling from the first impact. The second fragment landed in the Everfree Forest with a resounding crash, the trees quaking under the force of the impact. Deep within the Everfree, the impact sent a shockwave rippling through the ancient trees. Birds took flight in a chaotic swarm, their shrieks piercing the unnatural silence that followed. The usual hum of forest life—buzzing insects, rustling leaves—had vanished. Something had changed. Something… was watching.

Across Equestria, the sky continued to burn. The ground trembled in scattered locations, and the air carried a sense of something… wrong. Even in places untouched by falling debris, ponies felt it—a lingering unease, a sense that something had changed.

Far beyond the horizon, the last of the falling debris had settled, but the damage had been done. Across Equestria, fear had taken root. From Hoofington to Manehattan, from the Everfree to the farthest reaches of the kingdom, one thought echoed in everypony’s mind:

What had just fallen from the sky? And… was it truly gone?

The Falling Titan

The golden morning sky was already burning with scattered fireballs from the earlier impacts, but now, something much larger was descending. A deep, guttural roar filled the air, vibrating through the very ground beneath Ponyville’s streets. Ponies froze, their gazes locked skyward as an enormous shape streaked through the atmosphere, leaving behind a billowing contrail of fire and smoke.

Unlike the smaller fragments, this one wasn’t tumbling—it was fighting against gravity.

Wind howled through the town, kicking up dust and sending banners ripping from their posts. Market stalls overturned as startled ponies stumbled, shielding their eyes from the blinding streak of orange and red. A blast of hot air rushed through the streets, pressing against their chests like an unseen force.

Rainbow Dash, still hovering above, could only stare. "That’s... not a meteor. That’s a ship!"

Twilight’s heart pounded as she watched the massive object hurtling toward the Everfree Forest. "It’s too controlled for a simple crash—whoever or whatever’s aboard is trying to slow it down!"

A sharp boom cracked through the sky as parts of the burning ship broke away, trailing behind like dying embers. The ship itself remained intact—barely. Its engines flickered violently, struggling to keep control, but the force of reentry was too great. The burning craft veered, its angle steepening as it tore toward the treetops.

Then—impact.

A massive shockwave rippled outward as the ship plowed through the Everfree, carving a deep, jagged scar into the land. Trees snapped like twigs, birds and creatures scattered in terrified shrieks, and the very ground trembled beneath Ponyville’s hooves. A thunderous roar followed, rolling over the town in waves, shaking windows and rattling doors.

Ponies huddled together, shielding themselves from the aftershock. Dust and loose debris filled the streets as silence finally settled, broken only by the faint crackling of distant flames.

Twilight lowered her binoculars, her mind racing. "We need to move. Now."

The air in Ponyville was thick with dust, the remnants of the nearby crash still settling. Ponies coughed as the dust settled, their coats streaked with fine gray powder. A foal cried somewhere in the distance, the muffled sobs lost beneath the murmurs of disbelief and fear. Shopkeepers surveyed broken windows, while pegasi hovered above, scanning for any more incoming threats.

Twilight Sparkle stood at the edge of town, her gaze fixed on the faint plume of smoke rising from the outskirts. Around her, ponies cautiously emerged from their shelters, their expressions a mix of fear and curiosity. Steeling herself, Twilight ignited her horn and sent a bright flare of magenta light high into the sky—a signal to the rest of the Mane Six to meet at her location immediately. Wherever they were, they’d see it. She hoped Fluttershy was safe, given her proximity to the impact zone.

"We need to move quickly," Twilight muttered to herself. "There’s no telling what we’ll find."

A few minutes passed before the others arrived, galloping toward her with urgency. Rarity, still catching her breath, brushed dust from her coat. "Twilight, what in Equestria is going on?"

"I’ll explain on the way," Twilight said firmly. "We need to secure that crash site. Whatever’s down there isn’t just debris—it’s a ship. Rainbow Dash, lead the way. Applejack, Rarity—help keep the townsponies calm and make sure nopony follows us too close. Pinkie, stay on high alert for anything unusual. Fluttershy—"

She hesitated, glancing toward the distant tree line where Fluttershy’s cottage stood. "She’s close to the impact zone. We’ll check on her first before moving in. We’ll need to skirt around the crash site to reach her, but she takes priority. Once we confirm she’s safe, we can assess the wreckage."

The group exchanged nods, acknowledging the plan. "Alright," Applejack said, adjusting her hat. "Me an’ Rarity will stay back an’ keep the townsfolk calm. Last thing we need is a bunch of curious ponies gettin’ too close to whatever that is."

"And I’ll be on the lookout for anything… unexpected!" Pinkie Pie chimed in, her usual cheer subdued by the seriousness of the moment.

Twilight gave a firm nod. "Good. Rainbow Dash, you’re with me. We’ll take flight and get to Fluttershy as fast as possible. Everypony else, stick to your tasks and meet us at the crash site once it’s safe." Without another word, Twilight and Rainbow Dash launched into the air, their wings beating against the rising dust as they raced toward the Everfree Forest and Fluttershy’s cottage.

As they soared over the wreckage, thick plumes of smoke and dust obscured much of the crash site below. Twilight squinted through the haze, catching glimpses of twisted metal and shattered trees. The ship—if it could still be called that—was a colossal ruin, its once sleek surface now jagged and broken. Fires still smoldered at various points, flickering like dying embers.

Rainbow Dash veered slightly lower, her sharp eyes scanning the devastation. "That thing is huge," she muttered. "And it doesn’t look like it crashed by accident—it was trying to land."

Twilight felt a shiver run down her spine. She had noticed the same thing. The gouges in the earth weren’t entirely chaotic; some sections looked like the ship had tried to slow itself, deliberately altering its descent. But why?

"We’ll figure it out soon enough," Twilight said. "Right now, we need to get to Fluttershy."

20 Minutes Earlier – Fluttershy’s Cottage

The soft glow of dawn peeked through the curtains of Fluttershy’s cottage, casting warm streaks of light across the wooden floor. Inside, the gentle rise and fall of the pegasus’s breathing was the only sound, the quiet stillness of the morning undisturbed.

Then, a distant rumble rolled through the ground.

Fluttershy’s ears twitched. Her brows furrowed slightly as she shifted in her sleep. Another, stronger tremor shook her bed frame. Her eyes fluttered open, groggy confusion overtaking her as she lifted her head. "Mmm… what was that?"

A second later, a powerful boom cracked through the air, shaking the very walls of her home. Startled yelps filled the cottage as birds, squirrels, and other critters bolted awake in a panic. Angel Bunny launched himself onto Fluttershy’s chest, fur bristling as he tugged insistently at her mane.

"W-what’s happening?" she stammered, scrambling to her hooves. She stumbled toward the window and pushed it open, eyes widening in alarm. Across the sky, streaks of fire and smoke cut through the dawn, trailing behind what looked like—

She gasped. "Meteors?" But no… these weren’t just burning rocks. Some of them were shaped, with unnatural glints of metallic reflections flashing in the sunlight.

Angel thumped his foot furiously, gesturing toward the Everfree. Fluttershy followed his gaze, her breath hitching as she spotted a massive silhouette cutting through the atmosphere, much larger than the falling fragments around it.

Then came another blast—this one even closer.

A wave of force slammed into the cottage, rattling everything inside. Shelves shook, books tumbled to the floor, and outside, the forest groaned as a fiery object crashed into the trees nearby. The animals screeched in panic, rushing toward Fluttershy, crowding her hooves, desperate to flee.

Her pulse pounded. This wasn’t just a normal meteor shower. Something terrible was happening.

"I… I have to warn Twilight!"

Fluttershy barely had time to take a step before another deep, guttural roar tore through the sky. She flinched, her wings snapping tight against her sides as a monstrous shadow loomed overhead. The massive object—no, the ship—was no longer just falling. It was coming down fast, and directly toward her.

Her breath caught. The Astraforge wasn’t just crashing—it was sliding, carving a fiery scar across the Everfree. The sheer force of its descent sent a tidal wave of uprooted earth and debris surging forward like a landslide, heading straight for her cottage.

Fluttershy shrieked, stumbling back as the ground trembled beneath her hooves. "No, no, no—!" She turned to run, but there was nowhere to go. The shockwave slammed into her home like a cannon blast. She was flung off her hooves, landing hard against the wooden floor as windows shattered and shelves collapsed around her. The walls groaned, the very foundation trembling as a thick cloud of dust and debris crashed over everything.

For a terrifying moment, she lay still, coughing through the choking dust, heart pounding in her chest. Was her home still standing? Was she buried?

Slowly, she pushed herself up, blinking through the haze. The weight of the dirt against the walls pressed inward, but the structure—miraculously—hadn’t collapsed. The ship’s impact had been perpendicular to her home, sparing it from a direct hit, but the massive wave of earth had still half-buried it.

Fluttershy swallowed hard, her ears ringing. Angel Bunny tugged at her mane insistently, his wide eyes filled with panic.

"O-okay… okay… I’m alright," she whispered, forcing herself to her hooves. She turned to her frightened animals. "I need to get us out of here… but how?"

She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she looked around. The entrance was blocked, the windows buried under layers of dirt and debris. But there had to be a way out. Her gaze flickered to the burrowing animals—rabbits, moles, even some badgers who had sought shelter in her home. If any creature could dig a way out, it was them.

"Angel, help me get everypony organized," she said, her voice growing steadier. The white rabbit nodded sharply and started directing the other animals. "Everyone who can dig, start clearing a path! Look for the easiest way out—maybe near the kitchen wall or under the back window!"

The animals hesitated for only a moment before scrambling into action. Small paws and claws went to work, dirt flying as they began tunneling through the loose soil. Fluttershy crouched low, shielding a few of the smaller critters as she tried to keep them calm. "We’ll be alright," she murmured, more to reassure herself than them. "We just have to keep moving…"

Present Time – Fluttershy’s Cottage

Twilight and Rainbow Dash crested the last hill, their wings beating against the lingering dust in the air. As they approached, their hearts sank at the sight before them.

Fluttershy’s cottage was barely recognizable. A massive wave of displaced earth had half-buried the structure, leaving only the roof and upper windows visible above the dirt. The surrounding area was littered with broken branches, scattered debris, and frightened animals huddled in small groups.

Rainbow Dash hovered lower, eyes wide. "Sweet Celestia… it’s buried!"

Twilight landed hard, kicking up dust as she rushed forward. "Fluttershy?! Are you in there?!" she called, lighting her horn in an attempt to scan for any sign of movement inside.

The frightened animals outside began chittering and squeaking, scratching at a particular section of dirt near the cottage’s base. Twilight’s horn pulsed as she honed in on their signals—there was movement inside.

"She’s in there!" Twilight confirmed, relief flooding her voice. "And she’s close to getting out—something’s already been digging."

Rainbow Dash wasted no time. "Then let’s help them finish the job!" She shot toward the indicated area, using her hooves to kick away the looser dirt. Twilight joined in, magically lifting clumps of soil, careful not to cause a collapse. The animals inside must have been working for a while; a narrow gap had already formed, revealing tiny flickers of movement within.

A moment later, a pair of paws broke through the dirt, followed by frantic digging from the other side. Twilight’s heart leapt as Fluttershy’s dirt-streaked face appeared through the gap, coughing but very much alive.

"Fluttershy!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed. "You okay?!"

Fluttershy nodded weakly, still catching her breath. "W-we’re almost out! The animals… they did most of the work!" she said hoarsely.

"Then let’s finish it!" Twilight said, redoubling her efforts. With one final magical pull, the opening widened enough for Fluttershy and the last of the smaller animals to scramble out. As soon as she was free, Rainbow Dash grabbed her in a tight hug before pulling back to look her over.

"You’re not hurt, are you?"

Fluttershy shook her head, though her legs wobbled from exhaustion. "I… I think I’m okay. But my home…" she turned, eyes widening at the state of the cottage—half-buried, barely standing.

Twilight put a hoof on her shoulder. "We’ll deal with that later. Right now, we need to regroup with the others. Come on, let’s get you out of here."

Along the Path Back to Ponyville

The trio moved cautiously along the winding path, skirting the worst of the wreckage as they made their way around the crash site. Smoke and dust still hung thick in the air, obscuring much of the destruction, but even through the haze, glimpses of twisted metal and scorched trees painted a grim picture.

Rainbow Dash flew ahead slightly, scanning for any sign of movement. "I still can’t believe it… That thing is massive. And it definitely wasn’t just falling—it was trying to land."

Twilight nodded grimly, her mind racing with possibilities. "The impact was controlled, but why here? Did something go wrong at the last second, or was this its intended destination?"

Fluttershy remained quiet, still shaken from her ordeal. The sound of rustling leaves and distant crackling flames filled the otherwise silent forest. The Everfree had been changed by the crash—its usual eerie hum was now replaced with a feeling of unnatural stillness.

As they rounded a bend in the path, movement ahead caught their attention. The rest of the Mane Six emerged from the forest, trotting quickly toward them.

"There y’all are!" Applejack called out, relief evident in her voice. "We were just about to start searching for ya."

Rarity’s eyes widened as she took in Fluttershy’s dirt-streaked coat and weary expression. "Darling, are you alright?!"

"I… I’m okay," Fluttershy assured them softly. "My home is—well, it’s in trouble, but… the animals and I got out."

Twilight exhaled, nodding as they came to a stop. "Good. Now that we’re all together, we need to decide our next move. Whatever’s in that wreckage, it might have answers—and I don’t think we’re the only ones who’ll come looking for them."

Into the Unknown

With a shared glance, the Mane Six turned toward the towering wreckage. The closer they got, the more daunting it became. The ship’s outer plating was scorched and torn, its once-pristine surface now marred by deep gashes and ruptured seams. Twisted beams jutted out at odd angles, and the metallic scent of burnt wiring and melted alloy lingered in the air.

"Alright, stick together and watch your step," Twilight cautioned. "We don’t know what we’re walking into."

They reached a gaping rupture in the ship’s hull—an entry point big enough for them to walk through, though jagged metal lined its edges like teeth. A faint hum of energy pulsed from within, barely audible over the occasional creak of settling metal.

Rainbow Dash was the first to step forward, peering inside. "Looks like a hallway or something. Not totally wrecked either—some of the lights are still on."

Twilight lit her horn, casting a soft glow ahead as she stepped cautiously inside. "Stay close."

One by one, they entered. The temperature dropped noticeably the moment they crossed the threshold. Dim emergency lighting flickered along the walls, casting long shadows. The corridor ahead stretched into darkness, lined with panels of unreadable symbols and shattered screens. The ship’s interior was eerily silent, save for the faint crackling of exposed wiring and the occasional distant clang that echoed from somewhere deeper inside.

Rarity shivered. "I don’t like this."

"Nopony does," Applejack muttered, keeping a wary eye on their surroundings. "But we’re here now, so let’s get movin’."

As they pressed forward, Twilight’s mind raced. Who built this ship? Was anyone—or anything—still aboard? The answers lay ahead, waiting in the cold silence of the derelict vessel.

The corridor stretched onward, lined with locked doors on either side. Some bore scorch marks, others had deep gouges in the metal as if something had tried to force them open. Twilight tested one with her magic, but it refused to budge. "Locked," she muttered, frowning. "Whatever’s behind these doors, it’s either secured or damaged."

Rainbow Dash gave one of the doors a rough shove, but it didn’t so much as rattle. "Figures," she huffed. "So, what now?"

Before Twilight could answer, the corridor ended at a junction where a stairwell descended into darkness and ascended toward what looked like another level of the ship. The group came to a halt, exchanging uncertain glances.

"Well… up or down?" Applejack asked, tilting her hat back. "If we’re lookin’ for answers, where do we start?"

"Lower decks might have engineering or storage," Twilight reasoned, glancing toward the downward stairwell. "But heading up could lead to the bridge, or at least somewhere with access to ship logs."

Pinkie Pie tilted her head, ears twitching. "I say up! Less creepy down that way."

"That ain't exactly scientific reasoning," Applejack muttered.

"Maybe not, but she’s got a point," Rarity added, eyeing the shadowy descent with distaste. "If there’s still power, we might have better luck up top."

Twilight nodded, making her decision. "Alright. Let’s head up first. Stay close."

The group ascended cautiously, their hooves clanking against the metal steps. The stairwell was narrow, flanked by walls covered in strange markings, some glowing faintly with residual power. Twilight led the way, her horn casting a soft glow to supplement the dim emergency lights overhead.

As they reached the next level, the space opened into a wide corridor lined with doors—each marked with unreadable symbols. Some were slightly ajar, revealing glimpses of barrack-style rooms, complete with built-in bunks and storage compartments. Others remained sealed tight, their mechanisms inactive.

"This must be a crew area," Twilight observed, stepping into one of the open rooms. The walls were lined with compartments, likely personal storage, though most had been emptied or disturbed. A few broken datapads and strange personal effects littered the floor, coated in dust.

"Looks like whoever was here left in a hurry," Applejack remarked, nudging an overturned chair.

"Or something made them leave," Rarity muttered, her eyes scanning the dimly lit hallway.

The eerie silence pressed in around them as they continued forward. The bridge, if the ship followed any familiar design logic, wouldn’t be far. As they moved deeper into the level, the corridor widened, and a large, reinforced door stood slightly ajar at the end.

Rainbow Dash pushed ahead, peering inside. "I think we found it."

The bridge. The command center of the ship.

Twilight took a deep breath. "Alright, everypony—let’s see what answers we can find."

As they cautiously stepped inside, the bridge stretched before them, a large, dimly lit chamber filled with shattered screens and darkened consoles. The air was heavy with the scent of burnt circuits and stale atmosphere, and faint emergency lights pulsed along the walls.

Then—a groan.

It came from the helm.

The group froze. Rainbow Dash’s wings flared, and Applejack instinctively stepped in front of Rarity. Twilight’s heart pounded as she turned toward the sound.

Something—or someone—was still here.

Cautiously, they advanced, keeping a wide berth around the center console. Twilight’s horn remained alight, casting shifting shadows across the cracked monitors and flickering displays. The groan came again, weak but unmistakable, sending a shiver through the group.

"Who’s there?" Twilight called, her voice steady but wary.

As they closed the distance, they finally saw him—a figure slumped over the helm, barely moving. His suit, once pristine, was scorched and tattered, with dried streaks of something dark staining the fabric. One arm dangled limply over the console, while the other clutched his side, as though holding himself together.

Fluttershy gasped softly. "Oh my goodness… he’s hurt!"

Twilight quickly stepped forward, her horn glowing as she scanned his vitals. "He’s alive, but he’s out cold. His pulse is weak, and his breathing is shallow. We need to get him stable."

Applejack carefully nudged one of his arms, checking for any obvious fractures. "Ain't lookin’ too good. He’s been through a rough one, that’s for sure."

Rarity grimaced at the state of his tattered suit. "This poor fellow looks like he's been in a battle."

As they assessed his injuries, the dim lighting of the bridge flickered. A faint hum, almost imperceptible at first, grew into a rhythmic pulse. Then, with a crackling burst of static, a synthesized voice echoed through the chamber.

"PRIMARY SYSTEMS REINITIALIZING..."

Everypony jumped, their heads snapping toward the source of the voice. The central console, dark and dormant moments ago, now flickered to life. Lines of unfamiliar script scrolled across the screens, interspersed with garbled error messages.

Then, another voice—this one smoother, more deliberate.

"Vega online. Damage report in progress. Please standby..."

A sharp beep followed, and suddenly, the emergency lights shifted from a dim flicker to a pulsing red glow. Across the bridge, warning messages in bold crimson text scrolled across the consoles.

INTRUDER ALERT: UNAUTHORIZED ORGANIC PRESENCE DETECTED

A low, mechanical whir filled the room as dormant security protocols came back online. From the far end of the bridge, a pair of ceiling-mounted turrets unfolded, their targeting sensors locking onto the group.

"Uh… Twilight?" Rainbow Dash said cautiously, stepping back as the turrets swiveled toward them.

"VEGA! Stand down! They’re not hostiles!" Twilight shouted, instinctively throwing up a magical shield as the turrets powered up.

A brief pause. Then, a new message flashed across the central screen.

SECURITY STATUS OVERRIDE: IDENTIFY ORGANICS.

The turrets stopped, their barrels humming but unfired. VEGA’s voice returned, this time laced with analytical precision.

"State your designation and intent. Unauthorized personnel must vacate this area immediately or face termination."

Twilight took a steady breath, keeping her shield firm. "We’re not here to cause trouble. We found this ship after it crashed and came to investigate. We mean no harm!"

The turrets remained locked in place, their sensors scanning the group, but they did not fire.

"This vessel is classified under private registry. You are unauthorized occupants," VEGA replied, its tone firm but lacking immediate aggression. "Identify yourselves."

"My name is Twilight Sparkle. These are my friends, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy. We’re residents of Equestria, the land you’ve arrived in."

VEGA processed the response for a moment, before its tone shifted slightly. "Local organic lifeforms… scanning biological data... cross-referencing environmental records..."

A soft ping echoed through the bridge. "Analysis complete. Threat level: minimal. Intruder alert revoked."

The red lighting faded back to a dim emergency glow. The turrets retracted, their targeting systems powering down. Twilight exhaled, lowering her shield cautiously.

Then, another groan sounded from the helm. Ethan stirred, his head shifting slightly, though he remained unconscious.

VEGA’s tone changed again, this time carrying a hint of urgency. "Primary user is injured. Immediate medical assistance required. Are you capable of assisting in his stabilization and transport to the medbay?"

Twilight glanced at the others before nodding firmly. "Yes, we can help."

"Acknowledged. Activating emergency pathway lighting. Proceed with caution."

The dim emergency lights flickered again, this time shifting to a soft blue hue. A faint line of illuminated markers appeared along the floor, pulsing gently to indicate the route toward the medbay.

Rainbow Dash hovered over Ethan, eyeing him warily. "Alright, but how do we move him without making things worse? He’s pretty banged up."

"His injuries are non-critical but require stabilization," VEGA responded. "Transport via manual carry is acceptable, provided spinal alignment is maintained."

Applejack stepped forward. "Guess that means we’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way. I’ll take one side, somepony else grab the other."

Twilight positioned herself opposite Applejack, and together, they carefully lifted Ethan off the chair. He was heavier than he looked, but with a bit of careful maneuvering and Fluttershy ensuring they didn’t jostle him too much, they managed to stabilize his weight.

"Keep a steady pace," Twilight instructed, adjusting her grip. "VEGA, lead the way."

"Proceeding. Estimated time to medbay: three minutes."

The group moved carefully through the corridors, guided by the flickering blue lights. The ship groaned occasionally, metal settling after the violent crash. Along the way, they passed more locked doors, some flickering with weak power, others sealed shut. The air was stale and cold, carrying an underlying scent of burnt metal and machinery oil.

Pinkie Pie, for once, was eerily quiet, her bright blue eyes scanning every shadow. "Sooo… anypony else feel like something’s watching us?"

"Let’s just focus on getting him there," Twilight said, trying to suppress her own unease. The Everfree Forest was unsettling on a good day, but this ship? It had an entirely different kind of presence.

VEGA’s voice broke the silence. "Medical bay access granted. Proceed inside."

The corridor widened, revealing a sleek metallic doorway that slid open automatically. Inside, the medbay still had power—dim lights hummed, and various advanced medical equipment lined the walls. A single examination bed remained intact, awaiting its patient.

"Place him on the diagnostic table," VEGA instructed. "I will initiate automated triage. Administering anesthesia."

As Twilight and Applejack carefully laid Ethan onto the sleek metal surface, a mechanical arm descended from the ceiling, extending a narrow injector. A faint hiss sounded as it pressed against Ethan’s neck, delivering a measured dose of anesthesia to ensure he remained unconscious during the procedure.

"Anesthetic administered. Beginning diagnostics and treatment protocol."

The examination table hummed softly as a holographic display flickered to life above Ethan’s body. A rotating wireframe model appeared, mapping his vitals in real-time. Lines of text scrolled rapidly across the screens, detailing various injuries—bruised ribs, minor lacerations, and moderate muscle strain, but no life-threatening conditions.

"Primary user condition: stable. Minor skeletal and muscular trauma detected. Automated tissue regeneration engaged."

The group watched as a second articulated medical arm extended, emitting a soft blue glow over Ethan’s injuries. Thin streams of concentrated energy pulsed along his limbs, beginning the delicate work of repairing torn muscle fibers and sealing surface wounds.

"This is… incredible," Twilight murmured, eyes widening at the advanced medical technology in action. "Your ship has self-operating medical care?"

"Affirmative," VEGA replied. "This vessel is equipped with a state-of-the-art automated trauma response unit. Estimated full recovery time: six hours. Minor mobility restrictions may apply post-procedure."

Fluttershy, who had been silently observing, stepped forward. "Is he in any pain?"

"Negative. Anesthesia has nullified pain receptors."

Rarity exhaled in relief. "Well, that’s a small comfort."

As the treatment continued, Pinkie Pie started exploring the medbay’s surroundings, occasionally peeking into cabinets and examining the unfamiliar instruments lining the walls. Meanwhile, Twilight and Applejack remained near the diagnostic table, watching the process unfold. Rainbow Dash paced slightly, still on edge from everything that had happened.

"VEGA," Twilight asked after a moment, "while we wait… can you tell us anything about him? Who is he? Why was he in this ship when it crashed?"

VEGA processed the request, the soft hum of its systems filling the room before responding. "User designation: Ethan Harlow. Occupation: independent salvage operator. Status: sole occupant of this vessel. Additional data restricted."

Twilight frowned slightly at the last part but nodded. "Alright… I suppose we’ll get our answers once he wakes up."

Before Twilight could ask anything else, VEGA emitted a sharp chime. The lights flickered briefly, and a new warning alert flashed across the medbay’s monitors.

[ALERT: UNIDENTIFIED MOVEMENT DETECTED - EXTERNAL SECURITY SENSORS COMPROMISED]

"Attempting to access external visual feeds," VEGA stated. "Standby."

The medbay’s main screen flickered, and a grainy, static-filled image appeared. The external cameras struggled for clarity, their systems still damaged from the crash. After a few moments, the screen stabilized, revealing a group of figures moving through the smoke and wreckage outside the vessel.

They weren’t Royal Guards.

"Thestrals," Twilight muttered in surprise. Dark-coated pegasi clad in navy and black armor, their bat-like wings barely visible against the dim morning light. Luna’s Night Guard.

Applejack let out a low whistle. "Now that’s unexpected. What’re they doin’ here?"

Rainbow Dash narrowed her eyes at the screen. "Maybe Luna sent them herself? But why them and not Celestia’s guard?"

"That’s what I’d like to know," Twilight said, her mind racing. "VEGA, can you enhance audio? See if we can hear what they’re saying?"

"Enhancing audio feed. Standby."

The grainy feed flickered as the audio crackled to life. At first, it was mostly static, but after a moment, voices emerged, though slightly distorted.

"—Secure the perimeter. Keep civilians away. Princess Luna wants a full report."

A second voice, calmer but firm, responded. "No movement inside the wreckage yet. No visible hostiles. Orders?"

The first voice hesitated for a second before replying, "Hold position. The Princess will arrive soon. She wants to see this herself."

Twilight’s ears perked up. "Luna’s coming here? She must have sensed the crash, too. That means she’s taking this seriously."

Applejack gave a knowing nod. "If she sent her personal guard, she ain’t takin’ no chances."

Rainbow Dash smirked slightly. "Well, at least we know they aren’t here to cause trouble. Guess we should go say hello before they start thinking we’re the bad guys."

Twilight took a steadying breath and turned to the others. "Alright, I’ll go talk to them. You all stay here and keep an eye on Ethan. VEGA, keep monitoring external movement and let me know if anything changes."

"Acknowledged. Maintaining surveillance."

With a final glance at Ethan, Twilight trotted toward the exit hatch, her mind already racing with how best to explain the situation to Luna’s guards.

With VEGA’s guidance, Twilight navigated the dimly lit corridors of the ship, following a flickering emergency path toward the nearest functional airlock. The ship groaned faintly around her, its structure still settling from the crash. She reached a reinforced hatch, its mechanisms sluggish as it hissed open, revealing the outside world.

The acrid scent of scorched metal and lingering smoke filled her nostrils as she stepped out onto a jutting platform of wreckage. The Everfree stretched around her, eerily quiet despite the devastation. Below, through the haze, she spotted the gathered figures of the Thestrals standing in formation, their sharp eyes scanning the crash site.

Taking a deep breath, Twilight spread her wings and launched herself into the air, descending toward them with controlled precision. As she touched down a short distance away, the guards immediately tensed, some shifting into defensive stances.

Twilight raised a hoof in a calming gesture. "I am Princess Twilight Sparkle! I need to speak with your commanding officer immediately. We have a situation inside that requires Princess Luna’s attention."

A thestral in ornate dark armor stepped forward, his piercing golden eyes narrowing as he studied her. "Princess Twilight," he acknowledged with a respectful but firm tone. "I am Captain Noctis of the Night Guard. We were dispatched under direct orders from Princess Luna. She sensed the disturbance from Canterlot and ordered us to investigate."

Twilight nodded. "That confirms what we overheard. The ship is unlike anything we’ve ever seen, and there’s a survivor inside who’s badly injured. We’ve stabilized him for now, but there’s a lot we still don’t know."

Noctis’s ears flicked as he listened. "A survivor? That complicates matters. Princess Luna will want to assess the situation personally before any decisions are made. She is en route and will arrive shortly."

As if on cue, the distant sound of wingbeats and chariot wheels cut through the smoke-filled air. Twilight turned to see a midnight-blue chariot descending gracefully through the sky, pulled by two armored thestrals. Princess Luna stood tall within it, her expression unreadable as her sharp gaze took in the devastation below.

The moment the chariot touched down, Luna stepped forward, her ethereal mane flowing behind her like a living night sky. She wasted no time.

"Twilight Sparkle," she greeted, her voice carrying both authority and concern. "Report."

Twilight took a steadying breath before speaking. "Princess Luna, this ship crash-landed here just before dawn. It wasn’t an accident—whoever was piloting it was trying to land. My friends and I entered the wreckage and found a single occupant. His name is Ethan Harlow, and he’s currently being treated in the ship’s medical bay. The ship’s AI, VEGA, has been assisting us."

Luna’s gaze flickered toward the looming wreckage, unreadable thoughts passing behind her eyes. "A foreign vessel, an unknown pilot, and an AI-controlled system… This is troubling. You said he is stable?"

Twilight nodded. "Yes, but unconscious. VEGA estimates several hours before he regains consciousness."

Luna glanced back at Noctis and the gathered Night Guard before nodding. "Very well. I shall see this for myself. Lead the way, Twilight Sparkle."

Ch. 3: Broken Ship, New Alliances. (Edited)

Previously on Harmony Engineered.

As if on cue, the distant sound of wingbeats and chariot wheels cut through the smoke-filled air. Twilight turned to see a midnight-blue chariot descending gracefully through the sky, pulled by two armored thestrals. Princess Luna stood tall within it, her expression unreadable as her sharp gaze took in the devastation below.

The moment the chariot touched down, Luna stepped forward, her ethereal mane flowing behind her like a living night sky. She wasted no time.

"Twilight Sparkle," she greeted, her voice carrying both authority and concern. "Report."

Twilight took a steadying breath before speaking. "Princess Luna, this ship crash-landed here just before dawn. It wasn’t an accident—whoever was piloting it was trying to land. My friends and I entered the wreckage and found a single occupant. His name is Ethan Harlow, and he’s currently being treated in the ship’s medical bay. The ship’s AI, VEGA, has been assisting us."

Luna’s gaze flickered toward the looming wreckage, unreadable thoughts passing behind her eyes. "A foreign vessel, an unknown pilot, and an AI-controlled system… This is troubling. You said he is stable?"

Twilight nodded. "Yes, but unconscious. VEGA estimates several hours before he regains consciousness."

Luna glanced back at Noctis and the gathered Night Guard before nodding. "Very well. I shall see this for myself. Lead the way, Twilight Sparkle."

Chapter 3: Broken Ship, New Alliances.

Twilight led the way back toward the ship, her mind already racing with what Luna might ask once they reached the medbay. The wreckage loomed ahead, its twisted metal exterior still smoldering in places from the rough landing. The Night Guard remained stationed around the perimeter, their sharp eyes tracking Luna and Twilight’s every movement.

As they approached the hull breach that served as their entrance, VEGA’s voice crackled to life over the ship’s internal speakers.

"Welcome back. Primary medical treatment is still in progress. Status: stable. Estimated recovery time: five hours, forty-seven minutes."

Luna raised an eyebrow as she stepped inside. "This… VEGA. It is a fully autonomous intelligence?"

Twilight nodded as they walked through the dimly lit corridors. "Yes, and so far, it’s been cooperative. It’s actively treating Ethan and maintaining the ship’s remaining systems."

Luna’s eyes swept over the interior, her expression unreadable. "A machine capable of rational thought… fascinating, yet unsettling. We have much to learn from this vessel."

As they reached the medbay, the door slid open automatically, revealing Ethan still resting on the diagnostic table. Various medical instruments whirred softly around him, continuing their work. Fluttershy remained nearby, watching over him, while Applejack and Rainbow Dash stood guard.

Luna stepped forward, her gaze falling upon Ethan. "This is the one who piloted the ship?"

Twilight nodded. "Yes. His name is Ethan Harlow. We don’t know much about him yet, but physically, he resembles the humans from the mirror portal—though there are noticeable differences in proportions and structure. He was the only occupant we found aboard."

"Intriguing." VEGA’s voice broke the momentary silence. "Princess Luna, I presume. Your arrival suggests an authoritative position within this region. I request clarification regarding your role and jurisdiction over this planetary territory."

Luna blinked at the direct inquiry, her gaze shifting toward the speakers embedded within the walls. "You are correct. I am Princess Luna, co-ruler of Equestria and guardian of the night. This land, and all within it, falls under my domain alongside my sister, Princess Celestia."

"Understood. Your governance structure will require further analysis. However, as the primary user remains incapacitated, my current operational protocols defer to self-preservation and data protection. What are your intentions regarding this vessel and its occupant?"

Luna regarded the speakers for a moment before answering. "For now, we will wait for Ethan Harlow to recover before making any further decisions. Until he is well enough to speak for himself, this vessel will be placed under guard to prevent any outside interference."

She turned to Twilight. "You and your friends have already ventured inside, but I will not risk other curious ponies wandering where they should not. This wreckage is unlike anything we have encountered before, and I will not allow rash decisions to endanger lives."

"Acceptable parameters," VEGA replied after a brief pause. "I will continue monitoring Ethan Harlow’s condition and maintaining internal security. Non-authorized access to this vessel will be restricted.

Luna gave a firm nod. "Then we are in agreement. Once he wakes, we will discuss what comes next."

She then turned to Twilight. "Until then, I task you with notifying both my sister and me when he regains consciousness. This situation is unlike any we have faced before, and it demands our full attention."

Twilight bowed her head. "Understood, Princess. I’ll send word as soon as he wakes."

Several Hours Later

Ethan stirred, a dull ache spreading through his body as his senses slowly returned. His mind was sluggish, struggling to recall what had happened before unconsciousness claimed him. His limbs felt heavy, yet as he attempted to move, a faint mechanical hum filled the room, followed by the cool sensation of a scanning field sweeping over his form.

"User consciousness detected. Initializing recovery assessment."

His eyes fluttered open to dim, sterile lighting above. Blinking against the brightness, he turned his head slightly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The medbay was sleek, lined with advanced medical equipment humming softly as they performed their programmed duties. The last thing he remembered was fighting against gravity, barely making it back inside the ship before everything went dark.

Now he was here. Still alive. Somehow.

He exhaled sharply, his throat dry. "VEGA... status report. What the hell happened?"

"You lost consciousness due to exhaustion and minor internal injuries sustained during reentry," VEGA responded. "Primary medical procedures were initiated upon your arrival in the medbay. You are now stable, though additional rest is recommended."

Ethan groaned, shifting slightly on the medical table. "Great. Anything else I should know?"

"Affirmative. While you were unconscious, I made first contact with the local inhabitants. They appear to be equine in nature, exhibiting a range of colors and possessing varying degrees of intelligence and leadership. Notably, a figure named Princess Luna, identified as a co-ruler of this land, has asserted temporary authority over this territory."

Ethan frowned. "Princess? Authority?"

"Correct. Princess Luna and her associates have examined the ship and monitored your condition. They appear non-hostile, though their interest in both you and this vessel is considerable. A contingent of their Night Guard remains stationed outside to prevent unauthorized access."

Ethan quirks an eyebrow. "Equine? VEGA, elaborate please."

"The local inhabitants resemble terrestrial equines but exhibit a broader range of colors, expressive facial structures, and apparent sapience. They possess a social hierarchy, with Princess Luna and her sister, Princess Celestia, as the ruling figures. The society appears structured around communal harmony, with notable technological and magical capabilities." VEGA paused briefly. "Additionally, they have shown curiosity and concern toward your arrival, but their intentions remain non-hostile."

Ethan exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Great. First contact with a civilization of talking horses. Anything else I should brace myself for?"

"Yes. The Astraforge sustained moderate to severe damage during reentry and impact. Primary hull integrity remains at 62%, with several breaches along the outer structure. Power distribution is currently limited, and reactor efficiency has been reduced to 47%. Atmospheric processing remains functional, but shield emitters are offline, and long-range communications are inoperable. Structural integrity fields are weakened, and several internal sections remain inaccessible due to damage."

Ethan let out a low whistle. "That bad, huh? How's the inventory looking?"

"Material reserves are at 38% capacity. We have sufficient resources for minor repairs, but large-scale restoration efforts will require additional materials. Scans indicate viable resource deposits within range of this location. I recommend initiating a detailed assessment and prioritizing mining operations to supplement our inventory."

Ethan swung his legs off the medical table, wincing slightly. "Alright. Start a full diagnostic sweep and compile a repair priority list. Also, begin scanning for the best local resource sites. We’ll need to get to work as soon as possible."

He pushed himself up, feeling the stiffness in his limbs as he steadied himself. The medbay doors slid open, and he made his way through the dim corridors toward the crew common area. The thought of food—actual sustenance—was enough to push aside the lingering exhaustion. His stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten in far too long.

As he stepped inside, he froze.

Seated around the room, casually conversing, were the ponies. The colorful, expressive creatures VEGA had warned him about. Seeing them in person was something else entirely. The range of hues, from Twilight's deep purple to Rainbow Dash's brilliant blue, was jarring. His mind stalled, struggling to reconcile the absurdity of the moment with the sheer normalcy of their behavior.

His hesitation must have been noticeable, as Rainbow Dash turned and met his gaze. "Uh, you okay there, big guy?"

Ethan blinked. Then again. He inhaled, exhaled, and decided—he'd deal with this later. Right now, he had bigger problems.

"Yeah," he muttered, shaking his head and moving toward the storage compartment. "Just... need some food first."

He retrieved a ration pack from the storage unit, tearing it open as he moved to one of the central tables. The familiar hum of the holoemitter activated as he placed his hand over the interface, bringing up the preliminary damage report. As he chewed, his eyes flicked over the holographic projections, scanning through hull breaches, power distribution failures, and reactor efficiency losses. It was a mess, but at least it was still salvageable.

The sudden flickering of the display caught the attention of the ponies, who had been engaged in quiet conversation. Pinkie Pie’s ears perked up, her eyes locking onto the hologram as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. Within seconds, she had bounded over to Ethan’s table, eyes wide with excitement.

"Ooooh! What’s this? It’s all glowy and floaty!" she exclaimed, reaching out experimentally.

Ethan barely had time to react before Pinkie’s hoof passed through the display. To his surprise, the interface reacted to her touch, causing some of the projections to shift slightly. Her eyes went even wider. "Oh my gosh, it moves! It’s like a super-duper fancy invisible touchscreen!"

Twilight, now intrigued, trotted over with the others close behind. "That’s a haptic interface? Fascinating. I didn’t think non-human users would be able to interact with it."

Ethan sighed, rubbing his temple. "Yeah, it’s a fully interactive holographic interface. Don’t go messing with the system settings, though. I don’t need my damage report scrambled."

Pinkie giggled but continued prodding at the display with glee, causing various sections of the report to flicker and rearrange. "This is amazing! Can we get one of these for Sugarcube Corner? Imagine the menus floating in the air! Maybe with touch buttons for custom cupcake orders!"

Ethan shook his head and refocused on the damage report, tuning out Pinkie’s enthusiastic rambling. He tapped the interface, highlighting critical system failures and prioritizing repair efforts.

"VEGA, launch a high-altitude probe. I want a full scan of the surrounding area, including potential threats and resource deposits. Relay the data once it’s compiled."

"Acknowledged," VEGA replied. "Launching probe now. Data collection in progress."

Ethan took another bite of his ration pack, exhaling slowly. He knew he had more pressing matters than entertaining curious ponies, but with them watching his every move, it was time to address them properly. He looked up at Twilight and the others, steeling himself for the inevitable questions. "Alright, I suppose you have some things you want to ask."

Twilight nodded, stepping forward cautiously. "You crashed here—VEGA said it wasn’t an accident. What happened?"

Ethan ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Short version? I was caught in a gravitational anomaly. One moment I was in deep space, the next, I was free-falling toward the surface of this planet. My ship barely held together during reentry."

Twilight’s ears flicked forward in interest. "A gravitational anomaly? That sounds like advanced magic, or something we’ve never encountered before. Did you detect anything before it happened?"

Ethan shook his head. "Nothing. No warning, no sign of what was coming. It was as if something just... snapped me out of space and threw me here. VEGA's still analyzing what little data we have, but it doesn’t make any sense."

Rainbow Dash, hovering just above the table, crossed her forelegs. "Sounds like some pretty bad luck to me. You sure nopony—or no one—was messing with you?"

"If they were, they didn’t bother leaving a note," Ethan muttered, taking another bite of his food. "All I know is, I need to figure out how to fix my ship and see if I can retrace my steps. If I can figure out what pulled me here, maybe I can find a way to reverse it."

Rarity tilted her head, glancing at the holo-display. "Your ship certainly took quite the beating. Do you think you’ll even be able to repair it?"

Ethan exhaled through his nose. "I’ll have to. It’s not just about me—VEGA and this ship are my livelihood. Without it, I’m stranded. I’m hoping your world has some resources I can use to make repairs." He glanced at Twilight. "Speaking of, how advanced is your technology? Any chance you have spaceflight capabilities?"

Twilight winced slightly. "Not exactly. Our world’s technological progress has been... selective. We have steam power, airships, some advanced metallurgy, but nothing close to what you have here. The closest thing to space travel we have is theoretical magic."

Ethan frowned but nodded. "Figures. Then I’ll have to rely on salvaging and mining local resources. VEGA’s probe should give us a better idea of what’s available."

Pinkie Pie, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, suddenly grinned. "Ooooh, I know! Maybe we can throw a ‘Welcome to Equestria’ party to help you feel better! And we can totally add a ‘Sorry You Crashed’ banner to it!"

Ethan blinked, then chuckled despite himself. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I think I have bigger things to worry about first. Maybe after I get this mess sorted out."

Pinkie pouted but nodded enthusiastically. "It’s a deal!"

Ethan smirked slightly before turning his attention back to the holo-display. The damage report was bad, but manageable. He tapped a few sections of the screen, prioritizing the more immediate structural concerns. Clearing blocked corridors and regaining access to the ship’s essential compartments was the first step.

"VEGA, deploy the repair drones. Have them begin clearing obstructed areas and restoring interior pathways. Focus on critical systems first—power conduits, life support, and reinforcement of any weakened sections."

"Acknowledged. Deploying repair units now. Estimated clearance and restoration time: four hours for primary sections, additional work pending material availability."

Ethan nodded. "Good. Also, prepare the grinders and mining units. I want the area around the ship cleared of debris, and we need to start gathering whatever salvageable material we can find. Once the probe completes its scan, we’ll know where to focus for resource extraction."

"Understood. Preparing excavation and resource collection units. Standby for updated terrain mapping."

The ponies exchanged glances as they listened, Twilight in particular looking intrigued. "You can command machines to do all of that remotely?"

Ethan exhaled, rubbing his temples. "Yeah. It’s all automated—drones handle most of the grunt work, but I still need to oversee everything and make sure they don’t break something important."

Applejack whistled. "That’s mighty impressive. Almost like havin’ a whole crew without the extra mouths to feed."

"More like a bunch of toddlers with power tools," Ethan muttered. "If I don’t keep an eye on them, they’ll dismantle something I actually need."

Rainbow Dash snickered. "Sounds like you’re babysitting a bunch of overgrown magic golems."

Ethan shook his head with a tired chuckle. "Yeah, something like that."

He glanced back at the holo-display, flipping through sections of the damage report. One issue stood out among the rest—his ship's landing gear had failed to deploy properly due to the crash, leaving the Astraforge awkwardly tilted on uneven ground. It would be nearly impossible to conduct external repairs with the ship in such an unstable position.

"VEGA, add landing gear deployment to the priority list. We need to stabilize the ship before we do any major work on the outer hull."

"Acknowledged," VEGA responded. "However, manual intervention or external lifting assistance will be required to reposition the ship for proper deployment."

Ethan leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "Figures. Alright, Twilight, you mentioned your world has airships. Do you have any kind of heavy-lifting equipment—cranes, pulleys, anything that could help shift a ship this size?"

Twilight's ears perked up, and she exchanged a glance with Applejack. "We do have some large-scale construction equipment in Canterlot and a few places like Manehattan. Most of it is magically assisted, though. We’d have to see what’s available nearby."

Applejack nodded. "Might be able to get some o’ the farm’s pulleys and rigging if that’d help, but for somethin’ this big, we’re probably gonna need a whole lot more than that."

Ethan nodded, considering his options. "Alright. VEGA, compile an estimate of the force needed to lift and stabilize the ship. If magic can supplement it, we might be able to make this work."

"Processing," VEGA replied. "Estimated calculations will be available shortly. Based on initial mass distribution, standard lifting equipment may not be sufficient. If magical assistance can provide consistent force application, structural stabilization could be achieved with combined efforts."

Ethan leaned forward, rubbing his chin. "Alright, so we might need a mix of magic and tech. Twilight, how precise is your telekinesis? Could you manage a steady hold if we rigged up mechanical supports?"

Twilight considered for a moment. "Holding up an object this size is far beyond what I’ve tried before, but with proper stabilization, I could help distribute the weight. If we had multiple unicorns assisting, it might be manageable."

Applejack tapped her hoof against the floor. "Maybe we could borrow some heavy-duty lifting harnesses from the construction yards in Ponyville. If we combine those with Twilight’s magic, we might be able to lift it just enough for the landing gear to deploy."

Ethan nodded. "Good thinking. VEGA, add reinforced harnesses to the list of necessary equipment. Once we confirm their availability, we’ll figure out the logistics."

"Understood," VEGA confirmed. "Awaiting further input on material compatibility. Incoming data from high-altitude probe. Processing results now."

Ethan sat up straighter, his eyes narrowing slightly as a new holographic window materialized above the table, displaying a rotating three-dimensional topographical map of the surrounding terrain. Various sections flickered as scan data compiled, highlighting notable features.

"Initial findings indicate multiple resource deposits within a fifty-kilometer radius. High concentrations of ferrous metals, aluminum, and trace amounts of rare elements detected. Additionally, anomalous energy signatures have been recorded approximately seventeen kilometers northeast of this position. Further analysis required."

Twilight’s ears perked up as she studied the glowing projection. "That’s near the Everfree Forest. If there’s an anomaly there, we should be careful. That place is unpredictable."

Ethan frowned. "Yeah, well, unpredictable might be what I need. If there’s anything useful, we’ll need to check it out sooner rather than later. VEGA, flag that anomaly for further investigation, but focus resource extraction efforts on the closest viable deposits. Start mapping potential mining routes."

"Acknowledged. Prioritizing nearest resource sites and establishing extraction feasibility. Further details incoming."

Twilight, taking in the gravity of the situation, pulled out a scroll and quill with her magic. She quickly began writing a letter to Princess Luna, detailing Ethan’s recovery and the results of the initial scans.

"Dear Princess Luna,

I am writing to inform you that Ethan Harlow has regained consciousness. He appears stable, though still recovering from the crash. We have begun discussing the repair efforts for his ship, and he is assessing local resources for potential salvage and mining operations.

Additionally, VEGA’s probe has identified multiple resource deposits within fifty kilometers of the crash site, as well as an anomalous energy signature near the Everfree Forest. Ethan is concerned about this anomaly and believes it warrants further investigation.

Given the circumstances, he has also inquired about heavy-lifting equipment that might assist in stabilizing his ship. We may need assistance from Canterlot’s engineers or magically-assisted lifting mechanisms.

Please let me know how you wish to proceed.

Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."

She rolled up the scroll and, with a quick burst of magic, sent it off to Princess Luna. Looking back at Ethan, she nodded. "There, now she’ll be up to speed. We’ll see what she says."

As the hours passed and the sun began to set, the air around the crash site took on a cooler, calmer quality. The golden hues of the evening sky cast long shadows over the Astraforge, giving its battered hull a muted glow. The rhythmic hum of repair drones at work filled the quiet, their lights flickering as they moved efficiently through the damaged corridors.

Ethan stood near the main access hatch, arms crossed as he watched the surrounding area. He knew that meeting with the ruling figures of this land was inevitable, and it seemed that moment had finally arrived.

A sudden gust of wind, accompanied by the steady beat of powerful wings, signaled their approach. Looking up, he spotted two regal figures descending gracefully from the sky, their ethereal manes flowing in the fading light. Princess Luna and Princess Celestia landed with practiced ease, their thestral-pulled chariot touching down just behind them. The Night Guard flanked them, their golden eyes glinting in the twilight.

Ethan straightened as Twilight stepped forward to greet them. "Princess Celestia, Princess Luna—thank you for coming so quickly."

Celestia nodded, her warm yet assessing gaze shifting toward Ethan. "Twilight’s message was quite thorough. We came as soon as we could."

Luna stepped closer, her gaze sharp as she studied Ethan. "Ethan Harlow. You have recovered. That is well. We have much to discuss regarding your arrival, the damage to your vessel, and what the future may hold."

Ethan exhaled and gave a curt nod. "Agreed. Let’s talk. Follow me."

Turning on his heel, he led the princesses through the ship’s dim corridors, the soft hum of emergency lighting casting a faint glow over the worn metallic walls. The path wound past several closed-off sections, where repair drones were still busy clearing debris and patching compromised bulkheads.

After a short walk, they reached a reinforced door that slid open at Ethan’s approach. The room beyond was relatively small but functional—a briefing room located just behind the bridge, doubling as his makeshift office. A central holo-table dominated the space, various schematics and reports flickering over its surface. Along the walls, storage compartments and secured panels hinted at its former use as a planning station.

Ethan gestured toward the seating around the table. "This is about the closest thing I have to an office. Have a seat."

As the princesses settled in, Luna studied Ethan for a moment before speaking. "I must say, you are taking this situation surprisingly well. Most would be overwhelmed by such a sudden and drastic shift in circumstances."

Ethan exhaled, leaning back slightly. "Well, it’s not my first time dealing with unexpected disaster. You get used to rolling with the punches when you spend enough time in deep space. And this isn’t even the first time I’ve met aliens—though I’ll admit, this is probably the most colorful group I’ve encountered."

Celestia arched an elegant brow. "You have encountered other sentient species before?"

Ethan nodded, shifting slightly in his seat. "Yeah. Some friendlier than others. Some were just traders and explorers, like me. Others... well, let’s just say not everyone out there has good intentions. I’ve had to defend myself more times than I care to count."

Luna leaned forward, her gaze sharp with interest. "And what of these other species? What are they like? Are they like you?"

Ethan smirked slightly. "Not exactly. There’s a lot of variety. Some humanoid, some not. Some rely on technology, others on biology or even things that seem like magic but aren’t. I’ve met beings that communicate purely through sound vibrations and others that exist in multiple dimensions at once. The galaxy’s a big place."

Twilight, who had been quietly absorbing the conversation, spoke up, her curiosity piqued. "And yet, you seem remarkably calm about being stranded on an unknown world."

Ethan shrugged. "Comes with the job. Panic doesn’t get you anywhere. You assess, adapt, and move forward. If you sit around worrying about what you can’t control, you’ll never get anywhere."

Celestia smiled faintly. "A pragmatic outlook. One that has likely served you well. But I must ask—do you seek only to repair your ship and leave, or do you see the potential for something more?"

Ethan paused, considering the question. "Right now? I need to get my ship operational. But beyond that... I don’t know yet. I didn’t choose to come here, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t something worth exploring while I’m here."

He smirked slightly. "Though, if this were some old TV show I watched years ago, I’m pretty sure there’d be some kind of 'Prime Directive' about not interfering with less advanced civilizations. I guess I already blew that out of the airlock. Not that I ever bought into that philosophy much. Sometimes, standing back and doing nothing is the worst choice you can make."

Luna tilted her head slightly. "So you do not believe in such restrictions? That those with greater knowledge should remain uninvolved in the affairs of those with less?"

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. "It’s more complicated than that. If you’re dealing with a developing species that’s still figuring things out for themselves, maybe staying out of their way is the right call. But if they’re already aware of the wider universe—or if their survival is on the line—I’d say stepping in makes a lot more sense."

Celestia nodded thoughtfully. "An interesting perspective. One that suggests responsibility rather than detachment."

Ethan leaned back. "I’ve seen what happens when more advanced civilizations turn their backs on those who need help. It rarely ends well. Besides, I think we’re past the point of non-interference. I’m already here, after all."

Celestia studied Ethan for a moment before offering a small nod. “It seems, then, that you do not merely see yourself as a visitor. If circumstances had been different, would you have ever sought contact with a world like ours?”

Ethan exhaled. “Hard to say. Most spacefaring civilizations have rules against just dropping in on a planet unannounced. Even if I had stumbled across Equus in the right circumstances, there’s no telling how that would’ve played out.”

Luna’s gaze sharpened. “And yet, you are here now. Your presence alone has altered the course of events.”

Ethan leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “Yeah. And that means we need to start making some decisions. My ship needs repairs, and while I’m working on that, I need to know how much involvement you’re comfortable with. I’m not here to upend your way of life, but if I can help with something in return for the resources I need, that seems like a fair trade.”

Celestia and Luna exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, Celestia spoke. "You propose a mutual exchange, then?"

Ethan nodded. "That's the idea. I don’t expect a free pass here, but if I can contribute something useful while I’m stuck, it only makes sense to work together."

Luna tapped a hoof lightly against the table, her expression contemplative. "And what, exactly, would you offer in return? You mentioned advanced civilizations—surely your knowledge of technology surpasses what we possess. But are you willing to share it?"

Ethan exhaled, drumming his fingers on the table. "That depends. Some things, sure—materials science, engineering principles, maybe even medical advancements if you need them. But weapons? Starship-grade technology? That’s a harder no. There’s a reason most civilizations have restrictions on tech sharing. Even with good intentions, it can lead to bad outcomes."

Twilight, who had been listening intently, nodded. "That makes sense. Giving us something beyond our understanding could cause more harm than good. But limited exchanges might benefit both sides."

Celestia smiled slightly. "A wise approach. One that speaks of experience." She considered for a moment before continuing, "Very well, Ethan Harlow. We are willing to discuss this arrangement further. For now, you require assistance with your ship’s repairs. If we can provide what you need, we will. But in return, I expect transparency. If you encounter something dangerous—whether from your world or ours—I ask that you inform us immediately."

Ethan met her gaze, weighing her words. "Agreed. I can work with that."

Ethan nodded, "I believe that it would be beneficial for both parties. Especially if I'm stuck here for a long time." He suddenly looked off to the side before calling out to VEGA. "VEGA, I forgot to do this earlier. But launch a dozen orbital probes to begin scanning the surrounding stars to try to triangulate our stellar position. See how far we got displaced when all this started."

"Acknowledged," VEGA responded. "Launching probes now. Estimated time until full stellar mapping is completed: approximately six hours. Data will be compiled and transmitted as soon as sufficient readings are obtained."

Luna’s ears perked slightly. "You are attempting to locate your original point of origin?"

Ethan nodded. "Yeah. If I can figure out where I am, I might have a chance at figuring out how I got here—and maybe even a way back. Not that I’m in a hurry to leave just yet, but it’s good to have options."

Celestia studied him for a moment. "And if you cannot return?"

Ethan exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Then I start thinking long-term. But I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. For now, getting my ship operational is priority one."

He stood up from his seat and gave a nod to the princesses. "If that is all, I have to get started on the major repairs. Twilight, let me know when you can get that heavy lift equipment out here, so we can get this old girl back on her feet."

Twilight perked up at the mention of the equipment. "I’ll send word to the construction teams in Canterlot and Manehattan first thing in the morning. It might take a day or two to get everything transported here, but we’ll make it work."

Luna gave an approving nod. "We shall expedite the process where we can. This vessel is unlike anything we have encountered before. Ensuring it does not deteriorate further will be in our best interests as well."

Celestia stood gracefully. "And we will ensure that your needs are met as fairly as possible. You may not have come here by choice, Ethan Harlow, but while you are in our lands, you will not be left to struggle alone."

Ethan gave a small smirk. "I appreciate that. It’s been a while since I had anyone watching my back."

He glanced toward VEGA’s holo-display, already compiling repair schematics and materials lists. "Alright then. Let’s get to work."

A few hours later, Ethan was finishing up troubleshooting a short in the primary coolant pump assembly for the reactor. He needed to get the reactors efficiency back up to acceptable levels before anything else.

Ethan wiped a streak of grease from his forehead, exhaling as he rechecked the readings on his diagnostic tool. The coolant pump assembly was one of many critical failures that had been hindering the Astraforge’s stability. Right now, the reactor was running at suboptimal efficiency, forcing him to rely on backup systems to keep life support and primary functions operational.

“VEGA, run another thermal scan on the primary coolant lines. I need to be sure we don’t have microfractures in the conduits.”

“Scanning now,” VEGA’s voice responded smoothly. A few seconds later, a holographic overlay appeared above the workstation. “Coolant circulation has improved by 17%. However, there is still a 9% variance in flow efficiency. Minor microfractures detected in secondary piping—recommend immediate reinforcement.”

Ethan sighed, rubbing his face. “Yeah, figures. Those fractures are only going to get worse under load.” He glanced toward the parts storage in the maintenance bay, considering his options. “Alright, flag those sections for patching. I’ll need to weld reinforcements in place before we push the reactor harder.”

As he turned to grab a fresh sealant kit, he heard hoofsteps approaching. Twilight and Applejack stepped into the engineering bay, their eyes scanning the complex layout of consoles, machinery, and exposed conduits.

Twilight’s ears flicked as she took in the various diagnostic readouts. “It’s fascinating how much redundancy your systems have. Even with this much damage, your ship still functions.”

Ethan gave her a wry smirk. “Barely. Right now, I’m just keeping it from becoming a glorified metal tomb.” He gestured to the coolant pump. “This thing’s holding my reactor together. If it fails completely, we’re looking at a full system shutdown.”

Applejack whistled lowly. “Well, sugarcube, that don’t sound good. You got what ya need to fix it?”

“Mostly,” Ethan admitted. “I can reinforce it, but I’ll need raw materials to do anything more permanent. That’s why VEGA’s scans are important—I need to see what we can salvage from your world.”

Twilight nodded. “Speaking of that, we’ve started arrangements for the heavy lift equipment. The soonest we can get it here is by tomorrow evening.”

Ethan nodded. “Good. The sooner we get this ship stabilized, the sooner I can do real repairs.”

Applejack glanced around at the cluttered workspace, her eyes landing on a set of welding tools. “If ya need extra hooves, I reckon I could lend some muscle. Ain’t a stranger to fixin’ busted equipment.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “You ever welded before?”

Applejack shrugged. “Not in space, but I figure metal’s metal.”

Ethan chuckled. “Fair enough. I’ll take all the help I can get.”

He set the sealant kit down, his mind already turning toward the next priority—securing enough power to maintain stability. "VEGA, where is the next area that's affecting the reactor's output?"

"Analyzing..." VEGA responded, a faint hum filling the engineering bay as a new diagnostic display flickered into view. "Primary energy distribution nodes remain functional, but there is a 23% power loss along the secondary conduits. The primary reactor control matrix is intact, but its relay systems are experiencing intermittent failures. Additionally, one of the tertiary coolant manifolds has sustained structural weakening, reducing overall efficiency."

Ethan frowned, studying the highlighted sections on the holo-display. "That’s not great. If the relay systems are cutting in and out, it means the ship is compensating with backup circuits. That’s going to burn through reserves faster than I’d like."

Twilight stepped closer, eyes darting over the readouts. "Is there anything we can do to help stabilize it?"

Ethan tapped a section of the display, isolating the faulty conduits. "I need to reinforce the primary relay pathways and stabilize the tertiary coolant manifold. I’ve got spare conduit segments in storage, but it’ll take some time to splice them in. And I’ll need some way to reinforce the coolant manifold before it cracks completely."

Applejack gave him a confident grin. "Well, if it’s bracin’ somethin’ that’s about to break, we got plenty of experience with that on the farm. You point me where ya need it, and I’ll make sure it holds."

Ethan smirked. "Alright. Let’s get to work before something else decides to break."

It was late at night by the time they finished patching the reactor’s systems, managing to get the output up to an acceptable level before calling it quits.

Ethan let out a weary sigh, pulling off his work gloves and setting them on a nearby console. The dull ache in his muscles reminded him that he had been at this for hours, and exhaustion was beginning to settle in. He leaned against the bulkhead, glancing over at Applejack, who wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hoof.

"Gotta say, sugarcube, this kinda work ain't much different from fixin’ up old equipment on the farm. Just with a lot more... glowy bits," Applejack said, nodding toward the still-flickering holo-displays.

Ethan smirked. "Yeah, well, at least out here you don’t have to worry about rust. Just radiation leaks and pressure failures."

Twilight, who had been making notes on a floating clipboard, glanced up. "I have to admit, I never imagined I’d be learning about advanced energy distribution systems firsthand. This is incredible. If only I could study your reactor more closely."

Ethan chuckled. "One step at a time, Sparkle. Right now, I’m just happy it’s not going to blow up while we sleep."

VEGA’s voice crackled through the overhead speakers. "Reactor efficiency is now at 78%. Continued monitoring required, but immediate structural failures have been mitigated."

Ethan pushed off from the bulkhead, stretching. "That’s good enough for now. Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we start figuring out how to get this ship upright again."

Applejack nodded, already heading toward the corridor. "Well, if ya need me bright and early, just holler. Reckon we still got a lotta work ahead."

Twilight hesitated for a moment before following, her mind clearly still buzzing with questions. "Goodnight, Ethan."

Ethan watched them go before exhaling deeply, rubbing at his temple. He’d made progress today, but there was still so much left to do. As the ship’s lights dimmed to nighttime mode, he made his way toward his quarters, mind already racing with what the next day would bring.