In three hundred years, ponies will have advanced technology, even artificial intelligence. We were so proud of ourselves, we never thought we would be in the middle of a war. A war against our own creations, the very things we created to help us. So many died, so very many. . .all of them. Maybe, just maybe, I can stop it. . .maybe I can keep it from even happening. After all, I am Captain Storm Flight, last survivor of the Royal Equestrian Defense Force, and the Oncoming Storm. (Not a Whooves fic, centers around several OC's.)