//------------------------------//
// Everyone hates the Media...Plus impostors. 
// Story: Star wars: First contact 
// by Da_Spy 
//------------------------------//

It did not take long for the media to show up. They always did, let it be just about any subject. So long as it was news, the media always lurked in the corner, Celestia knew with annoyance. She stared out across the sea of News Ponies. She had spent the past hour telling everypony to stay indoors and not panic. It seemed, when dealing with her subjects, that they heard the opposite, though. They always panicked.
Now it was time to answer questions from the media. She had assembled them all in a large, makeshift tent. Glancing at the golden emblems and decor around them, Celestia turned back to the news ponies.
“Next question,” she said wearily. It had not even been that long, and already, she was tired. Most likely due to her most recent encounter.
A smaller mare in front rose her hoof up with extreme speed.
“Yes?”
“Is there a threat for an alien invasion?” she asked, while some of the reporters gave murmurs of agreement.
Celestia sighed. She had expected this to be the very first question, and while it was the second one, she had planned her answer for it since the beginning.
“No, there is no evidence to suggest there is an invasion,” she replied. So far, so good. There was no need to start another panic.
Another hoof, this one belonging to a familiar gray stallion. This stallion had been to many of the royal press meetings.
“Yes,” she answered, saying it more as a statement than an invite to comment.
The stallion, not caring on how she said it in the slightest, said, “Did you know about a possible threat for aliens BEFORE this accident?” he questioned.
Celestia was surprised that she did not see this one coming. There was always some conspiracy nut out there, ready to jump at any chance to accuse her or her sister of knowing something serious in advance that may cause trouble for everypony.
“We had no idea this was going to happen. How could we?” she yelled, anger clearly evident in her voice. Soon the room was filled only with eerie silence.
“This conference is over!” She ordered her guards to escort the news ponies out in seconds.
Sighing, Celestia sat back in her chair, heart thundering in her chest. She had not lost her temper in many years. The encounter with the alien had... infected her, however, and in more ways than one.
*****
Kira stopped in front of the hut, staring at it. They had made good time traveling through the forest, though she felt that something was wrong. They had lost communication with the ship once more, and even the commando unit did not respond. Something surrounded this forest; perhaps a field of sorts. Or maybe these ponies were more advanced than they realized.
However, she had more pressing matters to deal with.
“Where is the droid and Deck?” Kira asked, surveying the area suspiciously. The two had gone to make a perimeter of the area, but they had not been seen since then.  
“I do not know, sir. I will try to raise them on the com,” Six replied, looking down at his wrist and speaking into the com. “Hey, Deck, where have you and that droid gone?” Only an eerie silence responded.
“Well, there was no laser fire, so I believe that the com is just down,” Six suggested, glancing around, obviously not believing what he said.
Kira cleared her mind, scanning the forest with help from the force to help her see, letting it probe the forest like a finger slowly moving. Searching for any sign of life, she knew stormtroopers are rather easy to detect, so if he was nearby, she would sense him.
Her state was interrupted when the crackling of leaves resonated in the air from behind her. She spun around, reaching instinctively for her saber. She met the eyes of what caused the sound; Deck. Relaxing, she let her hands fall to her sides.  
“Where were you?” she demanded, glaring at him. She had enough problems on her shoulders, so she did not want to deal with incompetent Stormtroopers, as well.
“I, uh, got turned around,” he replied dumbly.
Six walked up and stopped just behind Kira. “Where is the droid?” he asked, looking around at the bushes before glancing at the hut behind them.
“He, uh, was with me... maybe he got lost,” Deck replied, but something disturbed Kira. She could not identify the source, but it seemed to be all around her.
“A top of the line, assassin droid does not just get lost!” she shouted through her teeth. “Go find him!” She pointed back where he walked from, turning back and heading into the hut again. If she was not deep in enemy territory, she would have killed him right then and there, like her master would have.
In a sense, she admired her master. He was the only real father figure in her life, so she looked up to him in plenty of cases. She was quickly taken out of her thoughts by the sound of footsteps nearby. Looking over, she saw Deck and Six standing there.
“What is it?” she demanded, her eyes boring darkly into each of them.
Then she realized it. They both had the same identification code on their shoulders. The code of Deck.