"Woah, woah, calm down!" Scootaloo raised both forehooves in the air. "We're not here to fight!"

The other fillies finally came to, and their eyes widened in shock.

"H-hey, don't aim them like that at us!" Sweetie Belle squealed, vision glued to Jean's swords.

"Act innocent all you want!" Jean yelled. "What are you?!"

Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow quizzically. "We're. . . ponies. Is somethin' wrong with that?"

Hushed conversation arose from everywhere. How was it possible? They didn't look like normal ponies. Sure, they had hooves and muzzles and tails and all, but their heads and eyes were so big. Not to mention, they were creepily adorable. And above all else. . .

"Are those wings?!" gasped a cadet.

"Look! That one's got a horn!" exclaimed another.

Jean was still tense. "Well. . . who are you?!"

The yellow filly stepped up first. "I'm Apple Bloom. I'm just an earth pony here with mah friends. Nice to see ya." She stretched out a hoof for a shake.

Jean didn't move. What was he supposed to do? This little one might have been planning something harmful.

Fortunately for him, Mikasa crouched down and took Apple Bloom's hoof.

The orange pegasus came up next. "I'm Scootaloo. Coolest filly ever!" She did the same gesture as her friend, albeit more confidently.

Mikasa shook her hoof as well.

"And this is−hey, where'd Sweetie Belle go?"

"Did any of you two see our luggage?" came the white unicorn's cry.

Apple Bloom spotted Sweetie Belle some distance away, looking hither and thither. Scootaloo herself glanced around, and opened her mouth to reply.

KABOOM!

"AIIIEEEE!"

Another streak of blue lightning landed right beside Sweetie Belle. Once again, the column of smoke cleared up.

Revealing a small pile of bags.

"Hey, here it is!"

"Anypony seen my scooter?"

"Found it!"

"Couldn't the princesses have jus' put all this in a wagon?"

The humans could only watch in awe as the fillies began haul off some things off the pile.

Jean angrily strutted towards them. "What are you all up to?"

"We're just taking out our stuff, hello!" Scootaloo retorted, catching the odd contraption that Sweetie Belle had half-thrown out towards her. As if she was trying to make sure it was working, the pegasus set the vehicle on the ground and pressed down on it a bit with her hooves. A couple of soft vrooms buzzed out, and the filly sighed in relief.

"It's working fine."

"What's working fine?"

The three fillies turned to a brunette boy with bright green eyes.

Scootaloo frowned. "Seriously? You don't know what a scooter is?"

A pause.

"Don't you have any scooters around here?"

The surrounding humans shook their heads. The blonde boy shifted his blade right in front of Scootaloo's eyes. The black-haired girl had to run up to him and grab his arm to prevent him from striking.

"I don't know what this is, but I could care less. Why are you here?"

"The princesses said y'all needed assistance from us," Apple Bloom chirped as she kicked out some saddlebags. "Wouldn't 've come here if it weren't for orders."

"Orders. . . from who?" the dark-haired boy asked, walking up to them.

"The princesses from our world," Sweetie Belle piped up. "She sent us here after telling us everything they knew about this place."

"Not to mention, gave us some cool equipment!" Scootaloo chimed in, having gotten off her scooter to rummage through the heap some more. "Hey, Sweetie, where's Rarity's bag?"

"Over here!"

Sweetie dragged out a maroon bag with three diamonds studded at the buckle. Carefully, the filly clicked open the bag.

The cadets' eyes widened when they saw what was inside.

"Aw, yeah!" Scootaloo cried out, wings buzzing with excitement. "So we finally get to wear these!"

Quickly, the pegasus snatched out and flipped the garment over her back, moving her forelegs and wings so that they could fit in.

The garment was a jacket, identical to the cadets'. The partial uniform had been adjusted to fit a pony's form. At its sides were small holes for Scootaloo's wings.

The other two fillies took out their jackets and wore them as well, the Trainee Emblem gleaming brightly on their backs. Aside from the absence of wing holes, they look identical.

"Perfect!" Sweetie Belle squealed. "Good thing Princess Luna even sent a diagram for this!"

"Um, excuse me. . ."

Sweetie Belle looked up at the brunette. "Yeah?"

"Why. . . why do you even have our uniforms?"

"Her sister made them," Scootaloo butted in, giving her wings a few flaps to make sure that they could still move. "The princesses told her to. And a good thing too; we look totally awesome in this!"

"Oh, mah star-apples! This fits perfectly!" Apple Bloom turned to Sweetie Belle. "We should totally thank Rarity when we get home!"

"If we get home," Scootaloo grunted, suddenly serious.

The trio's mood immediately changed, all three heads hanging and their eyes downcast, shadows crossing their faces, hooves listlessly pawing at the ground.

The black-haired girl decided to change the subject. "Hello, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and−Sweetie Belle, was it?"

The unicorn nodded.

"I'm Mikasa," the girl said, crouching down again. "Mikasa Ackerman. Pleased to see you."

Sweetie Belle took Mikasa's outstretched hand. "Pleased to see you, too."

Mikasa looked up at the brunette expectantly. Hesitant, the boy also crouched down. "Eren Jäger."

Sweetie Belle shook with Eren as well, followed by Scootaloo and Apple Bloom.

All five then looked up to the blonde boy.

"Jean. Jean Kirstein," the boy spat. "Any funny business out of you three, and I won't hesitate to get rid of you."

The Cutie Mark Crusaders rolled their eyes.

"Anyway," Eren said. "So. . . how did you get here?"

"We came here on special orders!" Sweetie Belle chortled, bouncing around. "The princesses discovered another world−your world−a few weeks ago, and then they had visions saying that we should be sent here to help defend you guys!"

"Half of equinity thought it as madness," Apple Bloom grumbled.

"Point is," Scootaloo butted in, "we're here now, and we're helping you out!"

Jean smirked. "Yeah, good luck with that."

"Why? What's wrong with helping out?" Scootaloo retaliated. "You should be grateful we even came. We could have stayed home with all our friends, but we had to come over here because of some stupid royal dreams, and we come here expecting a warm welcome. But no, you just have to off us in every way you can!"

"Well, I'm glad I am," Jean replied, his voice slowly rising. "I'd rather get eaten than greet a few wimpy ponies!"

"H-hey! Take that back!"

"No, I won't."

"Yes, you will!"

"No, I won't!"

"Yes, you will!"

"QUIET!"

All eyes focused on Sweetie Belle.

"Stop arguing, you two!" she pouted. "We're wasting time! The princesses want us to help these guys get ride of all the−uh, titans! If we're going to do that, we'll have to put aside our differences and just get going!"

"How do you know about the titans?" Eren narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

The three fillies groaned in unison. "The princesses told us. . ."

OK, there are two things that you guys need to vote on.

One: which two fillies are going with Eren's squad, and which filly's gonna join Mikasa at the rearguard?

APPLE BLOOM

SCOOTALOO

SWEETIE BELLE

Two: who on Eren's squad will survive?

THOMAS WAGNER

NAC TIUS (the guy that gets crushed by a titan)

MYLIUS ZERAMUSKI (the guy that pleads for his life before being eaten by a titan)

MINA CAROLINA

Only two of them can be saved. The other two must die.

Ready? VOTE!