The Hoofington Diplomatic Vessel was no match for the Imperial Sun Destroyer pursuing them. Yet somehow they had weathered the long battle. Searing bolts of magic streaked through space, coming from one ship to scorch the other. Meanwhile, within the weak hull of the. Rebel soldiers in their signature uniforms rushed from place to place, getting to battle stations.The ship shook from a rather powerful magic blast, and it panicked a certain gold medical droid.
"EEK! We're all gonna die!" screamed the droid.
She was F-3P0, a medical droid built in the image of a pegasus. She was painted gold, so she could be easily identified by injured soldiers. But right now, being recognized was the last thing she wanted. The ship shook again.
"We're doomed!"
Right then that was when her white mechanical companion, A2-B2, chipped in.
"Like I give a damn." Although it seemed like only a series of simple chirp and whistles, it was actually a complex language.
3P0 understood it all too well.
"You watch your vocorders, A2."
"Bite my shiny metal ass."
F3PO was lost. She was scared. A2 was lost. If she couldn't find him soon, he might be captured taken apart and melted down or forced to work in the spice mines of- She stopped herself in the middle of her panic, and activated her specialized 'Assertive' program.
Meanwhile, unknown to her, Princess Rarity was recording a message using A2. She was beautiful, her brilliant white coat matching her purple mane perfectly. She saved the message onto A2's hard drive. She looked around and ran off just as 3PO trotted in.
"There you are! Where have you been? I've been looking for you all over the ship!"
F3's little white companion responded accordingly, with his signature beeps and whistles.
"What mission?" the golden droid asked as A2D2 advanced towards the exit.
Magic blasts and the sound of hoof to hoof combat could be heard from across the corridor.
The stormponies had arrived.
At the sound of it, A2 rushed across the hall, barely missing bolts of magic, and F3 followed in a similar manner. The rabbot approached an escape pod, but 3P0 quickly objected.
"You can't go in there. It's restricted. You'll be deactivated for sure!"
However, A2 continued on, but it took a few magic blast to get his gold counterpart in. As they ejected, F3P0 screamed in extreme panic, much to A2's amusement.
"There goes another one!" exclaimed the Imperial officer.
As she prepared to blast it, her commanding officer stopped her. "Hold your fire. There're no life signs aboard. Must have been a malfunction." said a caramel colt in a black jumpsuit.
Just as they started getting relaxed, the commander received a call on his comlink. He looked up to his fellow officer, a look of fear on his face.
"Lord Nightmare's here."
The dark mare, clad in her signature black armor, trotted through the lines of Stormponies, her mere presence striking fear in the hearts of all, even her own officers. She approached the captain of the ship, and her prehensile mane picked him up by the throat.
"Where are the plans?" she questioned him.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." he choked.
"Our sensors detected that a transmission was sent from a Rebel base to this ship!"
"T-this is a consulate ship. We received no transmissions."
"If this is a consulate ship then where is the ambassador?" she exclaimed as she hurled him towards the wall of the ship.
"Tear this ship apart until those plans are found! And bring me the passengers, I want them alive!"
