Hello everyone and welcome back. This time I have an interesting concept that I wanted to put out there. It's a My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic crossover with Star Wars. Before you click that X and unsub from this story collection, just hear me out first. If you guys have read a lot of the stuff I've put up here concerning Star Wars you'd know that I have an extreme dislike of Disney for acquiring Star Wars and their complete dismissal of the Extended Universe content, even though they're trying to do right by the fans by bringing some of our favorites back like Thrawn and the rumors of Kyle Katarn or Dash Rendar returning as well in some way; despite that I do like what they've done with Rebels, Rogue One, and the new trilogy (and hopefully the new anthology films coming in the near future), especially the characters.

Now to the other side of this idea. So a couple of years ago I was deep into the Brony community and obsessed over the content. Yeah, that happened. But I managed to come out of the obsession of that series and move on to other things, not really paying attention to it anymore. But recently I've been pulled back in, but not to an obsessive level, but in that "passing interest" kind of way. And so I went back to the FiM fanfiction site FimFiction, its name explains it all. Of course, like this site, there are many different fanfics ranging from fleshed out "what if?" scenarios to OC self-inserts to dropping a self-insert human into Equestria and just seeing what happens; of course with varying results and quality to them like any story.

So I decided to create something and throw it into my story repository here. You know the reason why, that way I have no real reason to continue it if I don't want to or it is unpopular for obvious reasons. This story actually comes from the idea of the "displacement" fics that I've seen on the site for a while that gained a lot of popularity with a series of stories that were actually pretty good and of course knowing the internet the phrase "imitation is the best form of flattery" comes into play and you get some really good or bad fics. Hopefully, this is in the better camp even if it is a short pilot.

So enough of my rhetoric and such, "what is the whole idea?" I can hear you asking. Well, the main character that I have created as an OC crash lands on the very strange planet (as it is a geocentric solar system and not heliocentric) that Equestria and her sister nations reside on in his T-70 X-Wing post-explosion of Starkiller Base after making an emergency jump to hyperspace to escape the gravity well that the reemerging sun created as Starkiller self-destructed. Now since the Interdictor-class cruisers became canon once more because of the Rebels series does make this story scenario plausible, although that leaves the Millennium Falcon's jump straight into Starkiller's atmosphere questionable, I chalk it up to Han overriding the safety protocols installed in the hyperdrive's software. Plus, jumping inside of a gravity well, natural or otherwise, causes some weird things to happen when going faster than light. But that's just headcanon. But there you go, that's the entire premise, so let's get this show on the road.

I should also mention that this is one of my experiments into both third and first person writing. And also before I begin I do have a few content disclaimers.

Anthro!Ponies - Now I have used the phrase anthro before in my "Imperial Entanglements: Prologue" fic where I described Lily Moon where she was, while in a semi-transformed werewolf state, a level 1 on the "furry scale" on Know Your Meme (human with some physical animal characteristics, a set of ears and a tail). In this the ponies will be 3 on this scale, that being right in the middle of the road.

TFA!Star Wars - I already disclaimed it above, but I feel as though I need to once more just to emphasize that.

Rating: T – but a very low "T" because of fantasy/sci-fi violence and some made-up Star Wars swearing.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my copy of MS Word and my laptop. Star Wars belongs to Disney (unfortunately) and MLP: FiM belongs to DHX and the Hub. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

WARNING: There will be puns that may make you groan and their existence is intentional.

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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

"Droid speak."

[Perspective shift]

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[Third person - Narrator]

Starkiller Base, unknown system, Unknown Regions.

It was safe to say that Resistance X-Wing pilot Blue-7, otherwise known as Caleb Wren, second cousin of famed Rebel agent and ally Sabine Wren, was not having a good day. First, the whole Hosnian system was wiped off the galaxy map thanks to a First Order superweapon called Starkiller Base; it did kill stars so it was appropriately named. The second was participating in the attack on Starkiller as part of Black Squadron commanded by Poe Dameron; it's not like he didn't want to assist his brothers and sisters in arms, it's just that the overwhelming odds, as well as the pressure to destroy the base before it could fully charge its weapon, was a bit overwhelming in the pressure department. The third was being shot at by hundreds if not thousands of TIE fighters, dodging more than you can shoot back? Not fun.

Friends and allies fell to First Order fighters and turret gunners alike. Somehow him and many other Blue Squadron members, as well as some Red Squadron, managed to escape with their lives. In order to fight further, Caleb had done something sort of stupid and delayed his rejoining his squad in an outbound escape vector.

[First person - Caleb]

I had messed up, that much was certain. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad pilot. I'm good, but I'm not Luke Skywalker, Wedge Antilles, or Poe Dameron good. Hell, in sims I always lost to Poe; but at least he was a good commander and gave me tips on how I could improve my skills. What to focus on and what to put less of one on. And I took these lessons to heart and learned from them. Hell, many of them saved my ass more times than I could count.

But what had I messed up? Well, I had made the decision to lead a small flight of TIEs away from the main group and my fellow pilots by leading them away into the weapon's cityscape. Again, dodging turret's cannon fire and fighters right on my tail while zipping between structures was not my ideal way of having a good time. Although, the latter portion wouldn't have been as bad if it wasn't for the kriffing asshats on my tail. My R3 astromech droid, a droid that my family had lovingly nicknamed Ion, although I'm not sure why but he's like family, all the same, warned me of several weapons locks. I responded by rolling to avoid more missiles coming from behind, luckily said missiles slammed into a turret in front of me. Talk about lucky.

He bleeped out more lines in Droid Binary, a language I knew quite fluently growing up with the little bugger, "I see it," I replied as I let loose a proton torpedo into a heavy turbolaser cannon that was lining up a shot on me.

Over the comms system, I heard Poe say, "It's going to blow!"

I then knew without a shadow of a doubt that we managed to complete our mission. Starkiller Base was going to explode like the Death Stars of thirty years ago. I immediately shot upwards while dodging the turret blasts as well as the TIEs behind me. The planet cracked and split as what looked like molten rock burst forth from them. I took longer than I would have liked getting away from the soon-to-be-exploding base, allowing one of the TIEs to get close and make a shot on me. I felt it well before Ion could alert me of it.

I looked back and saw that my starboard-ventral engine had been hit and was smoking. Ion beeped and my cockpit's status screen immediately zoomed into the damaged area on the X-Wing as well as my thruster power level dropping. "Kriffing hell," I muttered. I also noticed that a growing gravity well was expanding from the planet, much further than a planet of this planet's size should have. I looked on the sensors and saw that the hyperdrive wouldn't allow me to safely activate it until I reached the edge of the well, and it continued to grow exponentially. I saw as several more of Blue and Red squadron, well the surviving members, flew towards open space before jumping to hyperspace.

My hands flew over the controls flipping switches and other buttons. "Ion, I know this is going to sound stupid, but deactivate the hyperdrive safeties," I say.

Ion bleeped out something along the lines of, "Are you kriffing mad?!"

"If we don't disable the safeties then by the time the planet does explode we'll still be in the blast radius and I'd rather not become One with the Force anytime soon!"

"What about hyperspace coordinates?"

"We're going to have to go without them!"

"Without hyperspace coordinates?! Are you mental?"

More cannon fire from a TIE behind me sort of made the whole need for the situation to speed along sort of made it a bit of a priority. "Well unless you want to be vaped in a big ball of fire, plasma, and other not so fun things then yes!"

"What about... oh I don't know... crashing into a planet!?"

"As soon as we jump into hyperspace reactivate the gravity well dropout sensor once we're out of range, at least that way we won't end up some splatter on some planet."

"Very well, but if this comes to bite us in the ass I blame you!"

Immediately Ion went to work and a few tense moments passed before the red icons that were around the hyperdrive status as well the navigation turned green with little red exclamation marks near them. I quickly consulted the local cluster on the galaxy map and spitballed a route between several celestial bodies. "Well, here goes nothing," I say as I pull the lever that activates the hyperdrive. Immediately the pinpoints of lights that were stars in the distance stretched before the blue 'tunnel' of hyperspace formed. I was safe, if only for a while. "Ion, try to do whatever repairs you can do from your spot. I'm going to take a nap, alert me when the mass shadow alarm sounds."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."

[Narrator]

As Caleb's T-70 X-Wing jumped into hyperspace he had no way of knowing that his escape attempt had attracted the attention of one of the very few TIE fighters of the First Order's Special Forces. It too managed to escape the initial explosion of Starkiller Base as well and too was inside the danger zone of the newly released star. Apparently, the pilots inside too had the idea he had to escape the planet's explosion and subsequent expanding mass shadow. The pilots, regardless on how much the First Order pilots hated the Resistance as a whole, had to admit that the Resistance pilot had a good idea. The pilot deactivated the Special Forces TIE's hyperdrive's safety protocols and jumped blindly as well, leaving the now recreated sun behind them.

[Caleb]

Unknown system. 8 hours later.

Sleeping in a pilot's chair is not comfortable in the slightest. I would know, I've done it several times and no matter what padding you have in the chair itself, you always end up with a sore and stiff back. It wasn't surprising given the fact that the chairs weren't designed for sleeping, but it didn't make my want for them to be more comfortable any less. All I really had in the cockpit of my fighter was some water, any and all food was currently stored in the very small cargo bay that primarily housed survival equipment. The food I did have in the cockpit was a uj cake that I figured might as well be a good last meal in the case that this was my last flight.

"Ion, how are we looking?" I ask as I look over the diagnostics.

"I managed to repair the engine to a satisfactory level. Don't get hit there anymore or that engine will be permanently dead and will need to be replaced entirely instead of a few parts. Shields are nominal but not optimal. Power routing to weapons is at optimal levels."

"Good. That's one less thing to worry about. Any idea where we are?"

"I am uncertain, due to the sudden expansion of the gravity well our course may have been altered unknowingly. We could still be headed towards the Illenium system or we could have been deflected towards parts unknown. Why do you think those safeguards exist?"

"Hey, unless you have another plan that we could have used it would like to hear it," I quip. His dead silence was my answer. "That's what I thought." I looked at the fuel gauge and based on the amount of fuel I had left either we were going to trip the mass shadow safeguard or were going to run out of fuel and be forcibly dropped out. "If we don't drop out soon we're going to be in trouble," I mutter. "What do you think Ion, should we drop out and take a look around or just keep going?"

"We have traveled long enough where it would be prudent to get star chart data to calculate our location."

"That's good enough for me, dropping out of hyperspace." I reached forward and deactivated the hyperdrive and took control of the yoke. The blue tunnel of hyperspace fell away to form star streaks which gave way to real-space. I looked out the viewport and saw what looks like part of a nebula out I the distance. I turned on the long range sensors and what they returned confused me. "Ion, are you seeing the same readings I am?"

"The fact that this system has the star and moon circling a lone planet? Yes."

"That should be impossible, right?" I ask.

"It's illogical."

I sigh, "Maybe the sensors took a knocking during the dogfight." I looked at the probably faulty map collected from the sensors. "There is a terrestrial planet, though. I guess we could land there and do some more repairs."

"We should probably send a transmission to see if there is anyone even on the planet. If we're lucky it could be a New Republic base we never knew existed on record."

"You make a good point," I reply as the planet grew bigger slowly as we flew towards it carefully. I turned on the long range transmitter and set it to the frequencies that both the New Republic and the Resistance use. "Ground control, this is Ensign Caleb Wren of the Resistance, please come in, over." After getting no response I expanded the frequency range to old Rebel Alliance frequencies, after all, there were still some that used these frequencies. "Ground control, this is Ensign Caleb Wren of the Resistance, please come in, over." Yet again I received only silence. "Ion, set the transmitter to send the next message over all known frequencies, except known First Order frequencies." He beeped once more complying with the order. "Ground control, this is Ensign Caleb Wren of the Resistance, please come in, over." Instead of silence, I got static, but nothing more. "What do you think?"

"I do not like this."

"I don't either. It's too quiet." I maneuvered my fighter towards the planet. We zipped past the planet's moon and as we did I felt a dark presence emanating from it. I had only felt something similar to this feeling when I visited the old Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Both places felt the same; cold, dark, oppressive. The Jedi Temple had an, unfortunately, dark history as it was the place where fifty years ago thousands of men, women, and children in the Jedi Order were mercilessly slaughtered by the new Sith Lord Vader. What could it have been on this moon that made it feel this way?

As I leveled out in one of the furthest LaGrange Points I ordered, "Ion, start a cartography and topography scan, find us a good place to land." He whistled off a reply as my fighter's sensors came online. A small two-dimensional map appeared over one of the other screens that weren't displaying vital information. The map became three-dimensional as the sensors scanned the terrain. The more massive continent that has several biomes including deserts, plains, forests, and mountains. Then something caught my eye. "Ion, please confirm what I'm seeing. Is that a castle and city built into the side of a mountain?" I squinted as the image was of a lower quality.

"I am unsure as this is not a surveillance ship. I can determine that it is not natural by any means." He paused before continuing. "There are several other large settlements that appear on the eastern and western coasts of the continent."

"What do the thermal sensors indicate?"

Ion pauses for a moment. "There are clusters of hot spots in these areas consistent with congregations of sentient beings."

There were no artificial satellites so they had not achieved space travel. It appears that there are no flying machines of any kind. It was safe to say that this was a pre-sale flight or pre-aviation civilization at the very least. "Find a gap in the heat signature groupings but still close to civilization, we may need to live under the radar." Ion beeped as he started his search using the parameters I gave him. Finally, the map zoomed onto a forest. I rubbed my chin in thought, "It's out of the way, we can hide in the forest and there's a small town nearby. That will work the best for us." I started to maneuver towards the location that I had marked on my map, but the proximity alarm began to sound. I quickly closed the map that the sensors built and brought up my local map which had IFF tags enabled. I immediately knew something was off because the incoming craft wasn't broadcasting a New Republic or Resistance IFF, as one did when 'greeting' another friendly.

My sensors picked up the model of the craft, a fighter-sized one I might add, and my heart sank. It was a First Order Special Forces TIE. I immediately activated the deflector shields before veering away from my current course. The TIE must've seen me because it immediately changed its course from drifting out of hyperspace to heading towards me on an intercept course. The TIE opened fire on me and I immediately rolled out of the way before the bolts could hit home. "Hold on, Ion!" I shout.

"What are you thinking?" he screamed out.

I kept dodging as I headed towards the planet itself, which happened to be shrouded in night. "TIE fighters have great maneuverability in a vacuum, but they have horrible handling in atmosphere."

"I hope you know what you're doing!"

"Me too, buddy," I muttered as I dodged more blaster cannon rounds and headed in a juking, downward flight towards the continent below.

[Third person - Twilight]

Equius, Canterlot, Canterlot Castle. 2200 hours.

Princess Twilight Sparkle was frustrated, that much was certain. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy being a princess. You know, with the stress of having other ponies constantly watching you and you having to wear a smile no matter HOW uncomfortable it makes you. The stress that every meeting that you have with diplomats could be your 'last' publicly considering that every action was watched by the rest of the public with some sort of sick fascination; she blamed the journalists for that one. The fact that everyone, even her friends to an extent, looked at her as a princess only and it was hard to be JUST Twilight; SHE wanted to be just Twilight. She didn't like how her fellow princesses had a role in this world and she didn't, or at least not a clear one. Sure, she was the Princess of Friendship, but what did that mean exactly? Ever since she and her friends had defeated Tirek that was something that festered in the back of her mind.

She walked onto the balcony of her assigned room in the castle, a room that had always been hers when she visited. She looked at the stars that Luna had placed precisely like she had every night and she had to admit it looked beautiful, as it always did. There was even a pair of shooting stars out dancing in the sky. They were moving sort of erratically, actually. 'Curious,' Twilight thought, 'Luna must be really playful tonight to be putting on a show.'

The small dots of light slowly became larger before the light that surrounded them dissipated into blackness. Then the most curious sounds filled the night, one sounded like a hum while the other sounded like a screech though they were far away. She even saw green lines coming from one of them flying towards the other, which caused them to emit a type of screeching as well; while the other launched red bolts towards the other and had a more high-pitched whine to them. She even thought that they were kind of pretty. However, the hairs on the back of her neck stood upright before two green lights flew from the furthest craft and slammed into the empty streets below creating an explosion.

The only thing that ran through Twilight's head that she said aloud was, "What in Celestia's name was that?!" All the while the humming and screaming got closer by the second.

[Caleb]

In retrospect, dodging blaster cannons? Not that bad. Dodging them while attempting to make it through the atmosphere while attempting to also not burn up on reentry? Horrid. A starfighter might have shields as well as repulsorlift engines to help negate most of the effects of reentry, but that sort of becomes so much more difficult when you have a kriffing asshat behind you trying to kill you.

Every time that the TIE opened fire on me I had to make minute adjustments to not get hit. I activated my underslung heavy blaster cannon, something that I had found to be an excellent idea that Poe had 'stolen' from Han Solo years ago that was implemented on the Millennium Falcon, and fired at the TIE causing it to move or be hit as well. It wasn't like the heavy cannon was that powerful, well when talking about starfighter cannons; it was meant to be an anti-personnel cannon more than anything else, but that doesn't mean that it couldn't pack a punch when too many bolts found a new home in a TIE chassis. As has been shown on multiple occasions, for example, the Battle of Scariff where a door gunner was able to incapacitate an AT-AT by repeatedly shooting at the legs. The TIE was forced to also make minute adjustments to avoid being hit too many times in a row as well.

As soon as I exited reentry, and my entire fighter wasn't on fire, I reoriented my shields to that the rear deflector was at double rear strength. I took a quick peek at my sensors which were loading data on the city in front of us, the same that was built into the side of a mountain.

"Ion, do you think that city's streets are wide enough for an X-Wing?" I ask.

"If you have your S-Foils set to cruise and you were to fly through it with a minimized profile, like say at a ninety-degree angle, it would be possible." There was a pause. "You aren't seriously thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"

I tapped a button executing the S-Foil locking sequence and as the wings closed I comment, "Why my dear Ion, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, yes you do, you-!" he then let out a droid scream as I performed a nosedive towards the city at full attack velocity.

The upper layers of the clouds sped past me in a blur and several other clouds seemed to puff out of existence as I plowed through them. Ion kept the TIE in the sights of the heavy blaster cannon to discourage it from taking a shot at us. I kept the nosedive going until pulling out and rolling ninety degrees in between two small skyscraper-sized buildings. I zipped by so fast that some windows that were closed shattered being so close to a passing sonic craft. I assumed there was a lot of chaos caused by my little stunt.

The street that I was zipping down was a slightly narrow, but still large enough to leave me a one-meter wide space on both the top and ventral hulls of my fighter to maneuver just a little. I gunned the engines so that those outside would hear a low hum that would eventually reach a high pitch as I passed them.

I could see out of the corner of my eye that the TIE was still hot on me, although right above me. The end of the street quickly approaches. The end ends in a platform of both a star and a moon shaped icon of some sort, idols maybe? And beyond that is a cliff. I had to come up with a plan on the quick. And I knew just what to do.

Immediately as I cleared the cliff, and palace that was sitting on top of it, I pulled straight up and performed a loop placing me right behind the TIE. I immediately fired one of my quad-linked cannons and took out the rear-facing gun the Special Forces TIE had installed. I locked on to it with my targeting computer and tried to get a completely stable lock to shoot it down. A few tense minutes later of a 'follow-the-leader' type scenario, I finally got a lock and let loose a barrage of cannon fire. Three of the five shot landed on the wings causing it to immediately tank towards the ground. I saw it hit the ground in a very large forest, but I didn't see an explosion.

"Ion, find us a landing zone," I order as I watch the ground to see if anyone was down there, primarily the TIE. A waypoint appears on my map which would set us a good klick away from the crash site as well as place us close to a body of fresh water.

Twenty minutes later I was on the ground once more and my X-Wing was landed and powered down appropriately. I started working on getting out the survival gear inside the small cargo bay which consisted of a tent, hunting and fishing equipment, a sleeping bag, two sets of clean and dry clothing, a blaster rifle, and a combat vibroblade. It took a good half hour to set up the tent and sleeping bag, I had a manual tent rather than one of those fancy self-building ones.

After the tent was built in built and started a fire, with the assistance of Ion who ignited it with his welding torch. While Ion tended to the fire, I hopped back into the cockpit and configured the scanners to detect and alert Ion of anything larger than a Womp Rat and to deal with anything smaller than a humanoid, I'd anything was humanoid or larger he was to wake me up and alert me to it. I changed from my pilot's gear into a loose pair of pants, a white shirt, and a leather jacket. I set my blaster rifle, and old A280-CFE, near the foot of my sleeping bag and my pistol, an A180, under my jacket I used as a makeshift pillow. Not that long after that, I fell into blissful unconsciousness.

[Twilight]

Twilight ran from her balcony in her room to the throne room where both of the Immortal Princesses were already, she didn't think to teleport to the room instead. "Princess!" she shouted as she approached slightly out of breath, "there's been-!"

"I am aware of the two objects from the heavens, my sister just finished telling me about them," Celestia replied.

"What were they? First, they looked like stars and then they weren't."

"We were well aware of this as they did not respond to my commands," Luna replied. "They were also not of our world as we have never seen such a craft before."

"A craft? Like boats or balloons?"

"Yes, but made of a foreign metal and it flew much faster than anything we've been able to build for commerce purposes."

"Shouldn't we find it then?" Twilight asked excitedly. "If these… aliens are friendly they could share a lot of knowledge with us!"

Celestia enjoyed her student's enthusiasm, but there was one thing that was bothering her about these two crafts. "Twilight, you have to remember that these two were fighting over something. We do not know who is in the right," said Celestia.

"As for finding them we know, one crashed in the Everfree Forest while the other landed inside it. While the Lunar guard is competent, in their abilities, the Everfree would be safer to navigate during the day rather than the night. That being said, sister, I relinquish this task to you," Luna said.

"But we shouldn't wait-!" Twilight attempted to interrupt, her quest for knowledge getting the better of her.

"Twilight, while these… aliens, as you put them, have caused damage to Canterlot, primarily broken windows and the fountain in the square, they did not cause any loss of life. It appears whoever they are have rested for the night and it would be wise for us to do so as well."

Twilight raised a hand to attempt to interject, but let it die off. She realized she let her scientific curiosity overcome her common sense and rationality. Of course, it would be quite stupid to venture into a dark forest where there are dangerous creatures with a habit of making meat a menu item. "I understand. Of course, it would be foalish to venture out at this time of night. I'm sorry," Twilight apologized with her head bowed slightly.

The Princess of the Sun placed a hand on her student's shoulder and smiled. "I understand perfectly where you are coming from, my young student. But you have to remember that we do not know these aliens motivations."

"Agreed," Luna chimed in. "Ponies of this era know only of peace between nations and the only violence that they know of exists on the fringe of our society where creatures do as they please; like in the Everfree forest." She took a step towards one of the windows that overlooked the valley in which both the Everfree and Ponyville resided inside of. "I fear what these aliens could do with technology so powerful such as theirs."

Celestia walked over to her sister. "I know, I fear what they do as well. We must be cautious but we must also believe that they do come in peace, at least for now."

"I pray for your sake, as well as the sake of our subjects, that you are right," Luna replied, "for if you are wrong we will all pay for it." She started to walk away and said as she left the throne room, "I will continue my watch and will send somepony if something urgent comes up." And with that she left through one of the many secret passages that led back up to her room.

As the door closed Twilight looked back at her mentor and asked, "Why is she sounding very pessimistic all of a sudden?"

Celestia sighed. "Luna… she has a few regrets she is still working through. One was that many years before our encounter with Discord, made a friend that later betrayed us with false promises and the like. Then there was Nightmare Moon and the more recent events involving Discord once more and Tirek." She shook her head, her ethereal mane moving with it, "But that is in the past now." Twilight approached Celestia at the window. "I have a task for you. As you know I have a meeting with the ambassador of the Gryphon Kingdom to finalize trade routes between our two nations, something that has already been put off twice already and the Gryphons are getting antsy; due to that I will not be able to personally direct the search, that's why I want you to direct the search."

"ME!? But I know nothing about leading guards or anything like that!" Twilight exclaimed.

Celestia placed a hand on Twilight's shoulder and reassured her, "You will do fine, all you need to do is give them commands and they'll do the rest. They'll make reports to you if they've found anything or not. Plus, when you do get your own guards you'll have to learn how to command and work with them. Think of this as another lesson in being a Princess."

Twilight rubbed her chin, "I suppose I could do that."

"That's excellent! Now, off to bed. You'll have to wake up early in order to make it back to Ponyville by midmorning."

[Third person - Luna]

The dream world belonged to Luna. It was hers to view and manipulate to her heart's content. In the dream world, anything goes. Over the last several years she had seen many ponies do things that they would never do in real life: wives and husbands cheating on each other with their ideal stallion or mare (sometimes with their significant other watching eagerly), chaos, mayhem, and even some disturbing instances of murder. The things she saw…

But this was her domain and her responsibility. To seek out dreams of those that were having nightmares or night terrors and console them in the dream world. If the nightmare or terror was because of something in real life she would help walk them through it to lead them to a solution that was both the most ideal and of the pony's creation.

She looked around the dream state in which every pony in the kingdom that was asleep had a door that had their name written on it. Opening the door would allow her to enter the dream. The door itself was a different color for each kind of dream. Dark blue for sad, red for anger, green for pleasant, pink for more… amorous ones, and finally gray and black; gray for nightmares and black for night terrors.

All around her doors sat on a plane that radiated around her signifying where each individual dreamer was. She didn't need to move personally as whatever door that called to her would move to her. There was one that really called out to her, but more out of interest rather than need.

She called the door to her and was intrigued to say the least. She couldn't help but be quite interested in the door as it was completely different than what she usually saw. The door was a metallic gray with what looked like geometric lines carved into it. What made it stranger was the letters that would have spelled out the pony's name were in a strange script that she had never seen before, it was sort of geometric, if she were to compare it to something; however, it didn't match any language that she could think of, current or ancient. The door had no knob or handle in which to open it, which made it all the more strange. She had to fight to find the mechanism to unlock the door, which happened to be a button on the door frame. The door quickly moved up and out of sight in a hiss of air and there before her stood the portal into this individual's dream realm. She stepped through and was floored at what she saw.

First and foremost, there wasn't a single pony to be seen, only these... hairless, although that wasn't completely accurate, creatures dressed in what looked like brown robes and across from them were figures, all masked, dressed in all black brandishing weapons. It was raining hard, lightning and thunder filled the entire area with light and sound that deafened and blinded her. The figures fired handheld weapons at the much younger brown clad individuals, cutting them down. There was even one that brandished a red cross guard blade of some kind. Many of the brown-robes fought back in vain.

Finally, only one remained who blocked the red and green bolts coming from the handheld weapons redirecting them elsewhere. She, or at least Luna interpreted her as she brandished a green blade. Her features looked fair with fiery red hair and green eyes. The masked individual approached her and they crossed blades for a short time until the masked one got the better of her and stabbed her through the chest. The black-clad removed his blade and as the girl fell her lips moved.

Luna was suddenly pulled from this scene to another. A young male, or at least that's what she assumed based on the previous scene, approached by another in a suit of blue and black armor. The armored one said something in a language that Luna didn't understand, but what she did know was that the boy's expression changed from happy to all of a sudden sad with tears running down his face.

The scene changed once more, this time a fairly small amount of the same creatures that Luna saw before, all dressed in the same type of armor as the other one she saw, gathered around a pedestal made of wood and on top of it was the same girl as before, but this time she didn't look terrified or in pain, but oddly at ease. A lit torch was brought by another and was given to the boy. He slowly walked forward and placed it near the bottom of the pile which quickly caught fire. It was then Luna realized that this was a funeral pyre not dissimilar in practice to what some of the outlying countries did with their dead. The boy took a few steps back and stood with the rest of the gathered individuals. One of them placed a hand on his shoulder and said something in the same language as before and handed him a silver tube.

The gathered stood in silence until the entire body was engulfed in flames and someone started a hauntingly beautiful chant in the same language.

And as quickly as the dream started, it ended and Luna was forced out of the dream; something that happened when the dreamer woke up.

[Caleb]

My eyes shot open and I found my right hand holding my pistol aimed at the doorway of my tent and the other holding the kaiburr crystal that I had like a pendant around my neck. I was breathing heavily for no reason. It hit me I had that dream again. The one where somehow, I knew what had happened to Jyn even before grandfather told me. I wanted to deny it, but seeing her body confirmed it.

I took a few deep breaths before saying, "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum Jyn Wren (1)."

Jyn was a lively girl, and she was older than me by a good nine years. Mom and dad named her after the famed Hero of the Rebellion that stole the Death Star plans from Scarriff years ago and died in the process. Jyn was a somewhat quiet girl, or at least I remembered her that way, and she was as stubborn as a Toydarian during a good sale; she never let anyone tell her what to do or what to say. She was a true Mandalorian in that way. She was also one of the few Force-sensitives from Mandalore in well over a thousand years to be inducted into the Jedi Order, or well the formerly New Jedi Order. That had all changed when Kylo Ren attacked Skywalker's Jedi Academy.

There was a significant investigation into the whole thing. After all, several children of high-ranking officers in the New Republic Navy, as well as a child of a Senator, were killed in the bloody assault. It didn't take long for the investigators to figure it out as there were only two people unaccounted for Jedi Master Luke Skywalker and Ben Solo. After Luke had resurfaced he revealed that it had been a man named Kylo Ren and his Knights of Ren that killed off his entire Jedi Academy while he was off planet dealing with a dispute that required a non-biased party to act as an intermediary. As there were witnesses to Skywalker's intervention it didn't take long for families and members of conspiracy forums on the holonet to connect Ben Solo with the mysterious murderer Kylo Ren.

The bodies of the deceased children were returned to their families for whatever traditions they had for disposing of the dead. For Mandalorians that meant cremating their dead while loved ones looked on and giving something to the remaining family members. In this case, I received my late sister's lightsaber. It was her only possession that she really valued as she was the one who built it from scratch. I left the lightsaber back home on Mandalore and took the kaiburr crystal inside and took it with me when I joined up with the Resistance in the form of a pendant. I felt, in a way, that she was still protecting me when I wore it.

I heard the beeping of Ion and looked to see that his photoreceptor was giving me the 'concerned' look. You tend to get a general feel for these things after a while. After all, he did ask if I was alright. "I'm fine, Ion. I just had an unsettling dream," I say.

"You mean the one where J-."

"The same," I interrupted. I got up and holstered my blaster on my leg before putting my jacket on. When Ion gave me another 'look' I replied, "I'll be fine, this isn't the first time I've had that dream before. It's usually not that vivid, though, that's what caught me off guard." I grabbed my A280, set to be in the sniper configuration, and stepped outside the tent.

It was just about dawn. I could see the twilight on the horizon, or at least the glow of it; the tree canopy made it slightly difficult to see it clearly even though I was in a clearing. "Ion, boost the sensors. I want to know what's going on around us. I'm heading out to hunt something to eat."

"Why? You have rations."

I checked the power pack and locked it into place. "Because I only have two weeks worth of food for the rations and I'd rather not use them up all at once in case I need them." I slung the rifle over my shoulder and secured my vibroknife under my jacket before putting a comlink earpiece on. I then tell Ion, "Chase anything off that's smaller than you and in small numbers. Hide and comm me if anything larger, and more intelligent, shows up."

Ion gave a 'look' of being offended, "What do you take me for? Stupid?"

"Stubborn would have been the word I would have chosen," I mutter as I start to walk into the much less frightening woods, but that doesn't mean I didn't feel a chill run down my spine. I raised my A280 up to a more shouldered position and marched forward, ready, yet unready, for anything.

[Twilight]

Princess Twilight Sparkle arrived in Ponyville early in the morning accompanied by an entire train car worth of Royal Guards supplied by both Celestia and Luna themselves, primarily because Twilight had yet to have her own Guard established as of yet. The guards made sure to move as quietly and quickly as possible as to not wake up the local residents who were still sleeping except for a select few whose jobs required them to wake up at an early hour. Some ponies such as the Apple family who had to work the farm or the Cakes if they had an order to complete that day for a client.

"Sergeant," Twilight addressed the pony in charge of this search team, "send a guard to each of my friends and tell them that I wish for them to join us in the search."

The officer looked confused at this order. "This may be out of line, but may I ask why, ma'am?" she asked in return. "Surely the Guard can handle whatever the Everfree throws our way."

"Over the last several years we've ventured into the Everfree several times and every time have come out no worse for wear." 'Except for those few close calls,' Twilight thought to herself. "My friends and I have the knowledge and expertise to navigate the forest with little difficulty. That, and Fluttershy is good with animals, even those inside the Everfree."

The sergeant knew that her friends consisted of two Earth ponies, two Pegasi, and one other Unicorn. The extra stallionpower and persons to help in the search, especially those that could fly, would be considered invaluable for the search. "Very well, I see the advantages of allowing your friends to accompany us. Though, if there is fighting I do request that they stand aside and allow us to do our jobs."

"Of course, that's more than reasonable," Twilight replied. She may not have liked being treated like royalty but these ponies knew what they were doing when it came to combat and combat magics as that's what they were trained to do. Sure, her friends would help if needed, but they would at least attempt to not get in the way.

A half hour later Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie all arrived one after the other at Twilight's home, primarily inside of the 'round table' room. After they were all situated, tired but situated, Applejack was the first to speak up, "Twilight, not that I don't waking up early, why are we all here?"

"Yes, darling, why was it needed to wake up so early?" Rarity asked in a sleepy fashion.

"Did you hear what happened last night?" Twilight asked.

"Ah heard some weird sounds coming from Canterlot before they passed over the farm last night," Applejack replied.

"Yeah, it woke me up last night with screaming," Rainbow Dash added. "It took me forever to get back to sleep."

Fluttershy chimed in next, "The crashing sound woke up my animal friends as well."

"And there were green and red lights going pew pew pew and everything! It was like a giant sky party!" Pinkie added with a strangely happy enthusiasm that her friends were used to by now.

"Why do you ask?" asked Rarity.

"Because we're going to assist the Royal Guard in finding it in the Everfree forest," Twilight replied.

"WHAT?!" everyone, sans Twilight, shouted in unison.

"Ahm sorry, but this really does seem like a job for the Royal Guard," Applejack commented.

"I agree," Fluttershy added somewhat timidly, "the animals in there can be a bit... unfriendly."

"Come on, girls!" Rainbow groaned, mostly in grogginess. "We've been in there before plenty of times and we've come back every time!"

"Yes," Twilight added. "And we know our way around the forest, the guards don't. With our help we can make sure that everypony makes it back all unharmed."

There was silence for a few moments before they all agreed. "Ah suppose that Big Mac and Applebloom can take care of the farm for the day," Applejack said.

Rainbow said, "And I can delegate the weather pattern for the day to one of my underlings."

"And I suppose that I could have Discord watch my animal friends for a while," Fluttershy said, getting a few askew looks from her friends, more so in confusion. "He's been getting along better with Angel as of late."

"That's good because-," Twilight started before the Friendship Map activated and zoomed into the Everfree forest where the Cutie Marks of all six hovered over. "That's interesting. Well, it looks like we would have had to go anyway," Twilight sighed.

Twilight and company met outside with the guard after instructing Spike to send a letter to Discord and moved towards the Everfree forest. The guards at the front of the search party stopped at the edge of the forest. The Royal Guard did one last check on their weapons, armor, and other equipment before they all moved out with Twilight and company in the middle of their formation.

About a half hour later of walking or flying, depending on the guards, they met a crossroads in the path they were on. The sergeant split the main group up into a smaller group and said smaller group explored that path. An hour passed and several smaller parties were split off from the main group until all that remained was Twilight and her friends as well as two guards and the sergeant.

Rainbow Dash flew overhead to try and scout ahead of the group. An hour later, and a lot of walking later, Rainbow showed up hovering over them who looked quite excited. "Guys, I think I've found something!" Rainbow reported before zipping off again, the girls following closely behind. Minutes passed before they arrived at a clearing. "There it is!" she shouted.

They looked inside the clearing and saw what was clearly a small camp; that, and a massive metal bird sat in the clearing as well. "Oh, my," Fluttershy exclaimed softly. "What is that?" she asked in reference to the metal bird.

"It certainly looks like what passed by my balcony last night," Twilight remarked.

"Ah don't know if I'm the only one seeing this, but doesn't that tent over there look too small for that?" Applejack remarked as she pointed to the aforementioned tent which looked large enough to fit two ponies at the most.

Pinkie walked over to the fire and commented, "And the fire is still burning strong."

"That would mean whoever it is that rode on this beast and that they are still nearby," the sergeant noted.

Rainbow floated down to join the rest of the group. "Is it just me, or do you feel like we're being watched?" Rainbow asked the group. An ominous silence followed.

The group of ponies grouped together unconsciously until they were all back to back. Each one of them watched the forest around them, waiting for SOMETHING to jump out at them. They started to feel relaxed and sighed in relief. They laughed the tense situation off as if it was nothing, feeling as though the danger had passed. It was then they heard a growl, the growl of a Timberwolf more specifically, and then a few seconds later a shrill shriek came from some bushes before a metal trash can, no taller than half a pony, shot out from the bushes and moved much faster than expected deeper into the forest, the Timberwolf following not far behind.

"So... was that what the map sent us here to find?" Pinkie asked, breaking her uncanny silence.

"I don't know," Twilight replied.

"Maybe we should follow it then?" Rarity added.

Without a second thought Rainbow shot up into the air to follow the Timberwolf and the trash can and the rest of Twilight's group followed closely behind.

[Caleb]

Ten minutes earlier...

I looked down the scope of my rifle and saw a quadrupedal animal in a clearing near the river that ran through the forest. I could take a shot at the head, killing it instantly, but that presented a smaller target for me to fire at. I could always aim at the torso of the beast, but as this was a species that I was unfamiliar with I am uncertain that one shot would drop it, well unless I wanted to disintegrate it and I don't want that happening. Of course sneaking up on it and stabbing it in the jugular, carotid, or the windpipe was out of the question as it did have quite sensitive hearing as its ears twitched towards me several times already as I got myself into an optimal position. I made up my mind and decided that I was going for the headshot as that would kill it instantly.

I took aim and zoomed in on the electro-sights until I had a target lock on it. I switched off the safety and began to slowly squeeze the trigger when-.

My comlink suddenly went off in my ear causing me to jerk the trigger and miss the animal causing the blaster bolt to go wide and strike a tree. The animal, now startled, ran in the opposite direction. "Kriffing hell," I say aloud. Well, there goes dinner. I tap my ear and sling my A280 over my shoulder. "Yes, Ion?"

"Get your fleshy ass back here, there's a group of seven humanoids and they've found the X-Wing!" Ion beeped into the comlink. "And before you ask, yes, I'm in the bushes hiding silently."

"Hold on, buddy, I'll be there shortly," I reply as I close the connection. I run back towards the clearing, but it's at least a good thirty-minute jog to reach it, maybe a fifteen-minute run if I was lucky. Of course, considering that this was a forest, I would have to watch my footing.

I ran for a good ten minutes before the air just felt... wrong. Like something else was prowling these woods. Something intelligent. My eyes widened as I immediately ducked behind a tree just as a blaster bolt from a blaster rifle came careening towards, now past me, and into a tree. I can safely say that was a definite close call. I peeked out to see who it was, although I could have guessed due to the fact that only three (now two since Starkiller Base) groups of armed forces had that kind of accuracy: the New Republic special forces (assuming any of them were still living), well trained Resistance members, and the First Order. My eye managed to catch the reflective black armor of a TIE pilot before another bolt came flying towards my exposed eye and I ducked back to save my precious eyesight.

Ok, this is not good. I lean to the other side of the fairly massive, and by massive I mean two of me put together, tree trunk and peeked out the other side. I saw another set of TIE pilot armor and ducked behind before they could see me and pin me down further. So both survived. Good for them. Not really.

I drew my A180 and fired blindly around the tree trunk towards one of the pilots causing them to hide behind cover while the other attempted to pin me down. I popped out of cover for a split second and fired three rounds at one of the pilots, one of which hit them in the thigh. The second pilot unleashed a storm of blaster bolts, all of which were unfocused as they ran towards the downed pilot.

I fired a few more times from behind cover blindly. Then all of a sudden it got really quiet and I didn't like it. "Hey! What are you-?" a female shouted.

"Quiet, you," the now obviously male pilot demanded. "Resistance scum, come out now and surrender or this… being dies."

I looked out from my hiding place and saw the TIE pilot holding his F-11D blaster rifle to the head of a… ok this was a new one for me, we'll at least I know how explorers felt when discovering a new species. The being, which for the moment I was going to assume is female because of the high pitched voice unless their species all speaks with a high pitched tone, is a bipedal humanoid species that appears to have purple fur and purple and violet colored long hair and tail and also has purple eyes. She appears to have fur covered hands a well as legs that end in stumps… never mind those are hooves like some beasts of burden have or the Toydarians have. She also appears to have a single spiral horn on her head and I could even see feathers sticking out suggesting wings.

I wondered if this was the case for her entire species, but my rhetorical question was answered when six more of her species showed up. They were mostly of the same body type, although one wore metal armor, yeah that'll do well against a blaster, and some had wings and some others had single horns as well, and the last few didn't have anything special at all; only this one had both. As there was no deviation in their general physique I can only assume one of the following about their species: 1) That they're a monogendered species, 2) they're female and their male counterparts are elsewhere, or 3) they all look the same in appearance but are different biologically. Or I'm missing the point entirely.

I knew that if I surrendered I would more than likely die, but if I didn't then this local was going to die and her companions, or neighbors, would follow shortly after. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I then had an idea, it was sort of risky, for both me and the local, but it was a plan none-the-less. I took out my vibroblade from its sheath and made sure that it was off completely, I didn't want a severed arm any time soon, and hid it up my coat's sleeve.

"If you aren't out here in three seconds, she dies!" He shouted. "One! Two! Thr-!"

I slowly walked out from behind my tree cover with my hands already up. "Easy, easy. No need to be hasty," I say. My blaster in plain view and pointed away.

"Drop it!" I complied and let it fall, hoping that I didn't damage it in some way. "You Resistance scum."

"That's a bit hypocritical coming from the First Order pilot whose superiors blew up an entire system," I reply, allowing the pilot to get closer. The girl's companions were confused at what I was talking about, as was to be expected to an extent.

"Shut up!"

"Ok, ok," I say as I keep my posture as unthreatening as possible. "You've heard of Mandalorians, right?"

"Everyone in that galaxy has."

I then saw my opening as he leaned away from the girl, who was still in his grasp but his throat was exposed. "Then you'd know we don't like to go down without a fight." I moved quickly and threw my knife at the pilot, aiming at the exposed neck which only had a bodysuit to protect the vital organs, unlike the plasteel armor that was on the rest of the body. The knife quickly sank into the trooper's neck, as he was caught completely unaware, and he fell backward onto the ground as he released the purple furred girl. I sprang forward and grabbed the F-11 blaster before the trooper could aim it at either me or the girl. I quickly looked over and saw the other pilot and saw that they were on the ground and looked to passed out from the pain that my blaster bolt made.

I aimed it at the head of the downed pilot with a knife inside him. "I do apologize for this," I say before firing a single bolt into his head. There was a single whine of the rifle as the red bolt came out and struck him. Killing him instantly. I removed my knife from the dead pilot's neck and activated the vibration function on it, cleaning it of the blood immediately and I turned it off before sheathing it. I then turned my attention to the girl, "Are you alright?"

She and her friends seemed to be in complete shock at what happened. "I- you- you-," she stammered. "You killed him!"

"Uh, yeah," I say matter-of-factly. "He was going to kill all of us."

"But how could you do such a thing?" she shouted.

I start to walk on over to the second pilot. "It's called a war for a reason, princess. Oisk happens and people die, good people and bad people alike."

I start to check on the pilot and I can tell this close up that the pilot's a woman. The hourglass figure and the breasts were sort of a dead giveaway, even though the armor seemed more unisex. "How'd you know she was a Princess?" the blue, winged one asked.

"She's royalty?" I ask dismissively trying to keep them occupied. Obviously, I had broken some kind of taboo about killing. Oh yeah, I save your ass and this is how you treat your savior. I reach down and place my index and middle fingers on the neck of the woman and check her pulse. From the rhythm, I can postulate that she's out cold. The blood loss wasn't helping, I would imagine. I would need to interrogate her to see what her TIE had for resources, maybe I could jerry rig an antenna from their TIE's parts.

"Yeah, how don't you know that? Everypony knows that... unless you're the alien!" the pink one said rapid fire. I made sure to grab the other F-11 blaster and sling it over my shoulder by its strap. The pink one then gasped loudly before disappearing in a cloud of smoke that took her shape. How she did that, I do not know.

"How do we know you're a good guy?" the orange one asked. "You were talking about a war, who's the good guy, you or them?" she asked as she pointed to the dead pilot and then me.

"I'd like to think I'm a good guy or hero. Although, the First Order won't think that. They think we're standing in the way of their Empire's second coming," I reply. I place a finger to my ear, "Ion where are you?"

"Ion?" the yellow, winged one asks.

"Yeah, little fella about waist height, silver and green with a semi-transparent dome, and a big black photoreceptor. Can't miss him."

"Are you talking about the shrieking garbage can?" Blue asks.

I raise an eyebrow, "He does that occasionally. You saw him?"

"Well the last time we saw 'him' he was being chased by Timberwolves," the white, horned one replied.

"Timberwolves?"

"Help! I'm being chased by a possessed tree!" Ion shrieked as he entered the area, speeding past me.

I heard growling and snarling like the alpha of a pack animal. I turned to see what could only be described as an Endor boar-wolf that was completely made of wood. "I take that's a Timberwolf?" I ask. The natives nodded. "And they're hostile?" They nodded once more. "Oh, goodie," I say dryly right before I fired a good ten bolts at the beast with the rifle, all of which would have been considered kill shots as they all impacted the face of the creature causing deep scarring. The beast then burst into flames because of the superheated plasma rounds impacting it. The fire then engulfed the entire creature burning it to ash. Purple's horn lit up and water appeared out of nowhere and doused the now smoldering pile of ash until it was all but mud on the ground.

Well, that happened. I was outright confused at the sudden appearance of water, but I sort of had more pressing issues at the moment. "Ion, you have a set of binders on you?" Ion tootled a response and a panel opened on his side to reveal one of his claw probes holding a set of binders. "Thank you." I then bind the wrists of the female pilot, making sure that she can't cause any trouble.

"What are you doing?" the armored one asked accusatorily.

"Taking her into custody?" I saw their looks and sighed, "Listen, only she knows where her TIE landed and what is intact on board it, it may have the parts I need to make repairs."

"My sensors indicate more of those possessed trees are coming our way," Ion reported.

"We need to get back to my camp, now."

"Why, can't we discuss whatever we need to here?" Orange asked.

"Unless you'd rather face an entire..."

"At least twenty."

"Twenty more of those Timberwolves, I suggest we move quickly." I lift the pilot to her feet and I call out, "Hey, a little help over here." A purple aura surrounded both Purple's horn and the pilot. "Thanks." I hoisted my newly acquired blaster and moved to pick up my pistol and A280. "Let's move before they can get closer."

Our newly forged, and very tentative, group forged forward through the forest until we reached my clearing. I immediately ran past my X-Wing and the others followed. I activated my wrist command and activated the underslung heavy blaster on my X-Wing and it immediately started to sweep the rear of the parked fighter in sentry mode. I aimed the rifle and turned off the safety. For five long minutes, nothing happened. The only thing I could hear was the sound of breathing, the whirring of a servo, and the breeze.

I looked to Ion as if reading my mind replied, "There is nothing but us on sensors."

I breathed a sigh of relief as I placed the safety back on and slung the F-11 back over my shoulder. I should mention carrying three blaster rifles, including one of which that was a sniper, was not light. "We're safe now," I reported. I started walking towards the fire pit that I made the other night. "You can place her over here," I gestured towards the tent and the makeshift log seat. Purple placed the pilot down near the log, her body resting against it.

I went to the cargo bay of my fighter and pulled out a medkit and moved towards the pilot. The natives must have known what a red cross on a medkit meant because they let me patch the pilot up without an issue. "I figure before you question me about anything you should introduce yourselves," I say as I get out one of the few bacta patches I have.

Purple went first, "I'm Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship."

"And I'm Rainbow Dash, fastest flyer in all of Equestria and I'm also a Wonderbolt," Blue said. I had no idea what a Wonderbolt was, though.

Pink and shy went next, "I'm Fluttershy, I take care of animals."

Orange then went, "Ahm Applejack, I run and operate Sweet Apple Acres with mah family."

"Rarity, I'm charmed to make your acquaintance," the white one said.

"And the one who ran off was Pinkie Pie, she's a bit... eccentric," Twilight admitted.

"And I'm Sergeant Swift Spear of the Royal Guard," the armored one said.

"And you are?" Twilight asked.

I finished applying the patch and the pilot groaned a bit in pain. Must've been slightly awake but not by much. I turned around and stood tall. "I am Caleb Wren, house of Wren, clan Vizsla, " I reply.

"What are you, exactly?" Fluttershy asked.

"I'm human, one of the many sentient species of this big galaxy. Technically I'm a Mandalorian and my home world is Mandalore. Birthplace of ancient warriors known throughout history."

"Who's that, then?" Twilight asked regarding the pilot.

"She's also human, but part of the First Order, a tyrannical group of remnants of the old Empire that was abolished thirty years ago." I reached forward towards her helmet, "Now to see who's under the bucket." I twisted the helmet which released a small hiss of air being pressurized. I lifted it away and what I saw froze my blood cold in its veins, it was if a Gundark had been nearby.

"Mr. Wren, are you alright?" Rarity asked.

"T-this is impossible," I stammer with my eyes wide. "She's supposed to be dead."

"Who is?" Applejack asked.

"My best friend who disappeared more than fourteen years ago."

To be continued...?

XxXxXxX

And that's all I got for this one. Yeah, cliffhangers, you gotta hate 'em! That wasn't too bad, was it? But you should know by now what next, numbered notes! Well, one specifically because it was the only one.

1. Translates to: "I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal" followed by the names of the deceased. It's a Mandalorian daily remembrance chant for fallen family and friends.

Yeah, that's the only one I have for this chapter. Part of it is not wanting to overload it all with a ton of notes this time around. But I do have my whole new Q/A section to explain things.

Q: What time does this happen during?
A: Immediately after the Force Awakens and season 4 of FiM.

Q: Why are the FiM characters anthro?
A: Other than "because I can?" I thought it would be interesting but if it's not then that's what a pilot is for.

Q: If you intend on making this a full story, where will you go with it?
A: It will more than likely be a "technologically advanced guy trying to live in a technologically inferior society while making new friends and attempting to get home" kind of story.

Q: Where were you going with that cliffhanger?
A: First of all, it felt like a good place to stop. As we know in canon the First Order did kidnap and indoctrinate children as well as indoctrinate children belonging to Imperials that left into the Unknown Regions as well.

Q: How will FiM fit in with the overall Star Wars universe?
A: Well, I guess that's what the hangup is on my decision to post it here in the repository rather than in an individual story. I haven't really thought that far ahead yet.

Q: Is magic the Force?
A: I have no idea at this point. I am playing around with that idea but I am unsure at the moment.

Q: Is Caleb Force-sensitive?
A: Unknowingly, yes. But only like Poe Dameron or Han Solo, nothing more than that.

Q: How is Caleb related to Sabine Wren?
A: He's her cousin's son, still immediate family.

And that's all I have for now. I look forward to seeing you guys all next time!