The moon's shining light poured out onto clearing. Three masked ponies appeared from the trees, each with a dagger held by their shared unicorn magic. They soon began casting a spell of some unknown nature, enchanting the blades with a strange magic.
Azario and Protonic PC-77 accidentally traveled through a wormhole whilst zooming aimlessly through space, crash-landing somewhere unfamiliar to them. Isolated on an unknown planet, and their ship in need of repairs, the two lone members of the Silver Saturn Squad found themselves engaged in a rather interesting series of developments that involved an enraged worker from a chariot company, the dungeons at Canterlot, and a strange fire in the Everfree Forest that seemed to correlate with many ponies suddenly falling into a deep sleep and then disappearing from existence.
This story isn't about two foreign beings tumbling into Equestria. This is the story about the land of Equestria following annexation by Council Supreme only one year later, thanks to the valiant champions of the esteemed Silver Saturn Squad. This is the story about a few ponies living underground, trying desperately to live normally when they find they've just barely escaped a nearly complete global abduction. This is the story about the struggles of expansionism and liberty. This is the story about a great time of trial and testing in Equestria's history, and a surprisingly pivotal event in intergalactic history that would be spoken of for eons to come.
But most of all, this is a story about two other foreign beings in Equestria, trying to help a sad princess.
Azario and PC-77 burst through the large twin doors and then came to an abrupt halt, finding themselves inside of the Canterlot throne room. But it wasn't the marble columns or golden embellishments along the walls and ceiling that made them stop. It was PC-77's danger-reader, which had begun to blip at a sporadic, rapid-fire pace. It was reacting to the presence of someone, or in this case, somepony, extremely powerful.
"Hey, you're the princess we saw in those carvings!" Azario said, pointing at the white alicorn who sat upon the throne.
Celestia rose from the throne.
"Please, no more of this. You must leave! I will not let you forcibly occupy our land! I will not let you uproot our civilization! I will not let you burn what you want, take what you want; destroy the homes of every pony in Equestria!"
"Listen, lady," Azario said, "I don't know if you've noticed, but there aren't a whole lot of ponies left in 'Equestria',"
"You're the first we've found." PC-77 said. Celestia gaped. She had honestly hoped, at the very least, that these invaders had captured her subjects. At least then she would know where they were, and perhaps even be reunited with her little ponies. But the picture painted by the two intruders was one that seemed bleak and hopeless. They had no better idea than Celestia about where the other ponies were; and in fact, they hadn't even seen one to evidence that they had ever been there at all. To them, Equestria was one huge ghost-town. A frown began to stretch across the regal princess's face.
PC-77 swiveled his head on his motorized neck joint, a common habit whenever he was thinking deeply. He duly noted that his danger-reader skyrocketed in its readings whenever this foreign princess experienced a decline in her emotional state. More importantly, he noted an obvious correlation to the temperature in the room, which in turn was increasing at a near-geometric rate.
"Calm down. Council is going to repopulate this planet with due time." PC-77 said.
"You don't know what you're saying! All of my little ponies live here!"
"Ships are on their way already," PC-77 muttered. "Stop wasting our time and hand over the crown."
Azario nodded. "Right. I'm sorry if this is hard to take, but you need to relinquish your leadership now. There can be no conflicts; Council rules this land now above all else. If you're lucky, you can be a governor."
Celestia's eyes sparked with white light. "Enough!"— a blast of gold lightning shot out, knocking the two consuls to the tiled floor.
Jin was eating at a restaurant in Ba-Sing-Se called The Rolling Lotus. She was on a date with Zuko, and feeling chipper. But suddenly the restaurant became engulfed in blue fire. A strange person with spiky black hair appeared in front of them.
"Firelord Zuko. I think it's about time we settled something."
"Vegeta! Not you again!" Zuko stood up, his chair falling over. The chair then burst into flames.
"Yes, it's me, Vegeta. And you're going to tell me where Sozin buried my treasure."
"For the last time, nobody knows what you're talking about!" Zuko said.
Jin looked back and forth between the two.
"What's going on, Zuko?"
"Nothing. Go back to eating. I can handle this."
Vegeta punched Zuko in the jaw, sending him reeling to the other side of the restaurant where he crashed into a table.
Jin stood up, jabbing at Vegeta with her fist, but felt his grip tighten around her arm. In a second he was behind her, and he flipped her over, throwing her onto the wood floor.
Vegeta unleashed countless blasts of chi from his palms, effectively creating a rapid-fire meteor shower that slammed into Jin as she tried to get up. Zuko leapt out to catch her as she flew back from the impact, rolling as he landed with her to diffuse the energy.
Vegeta dragged a hand down the side of his face.
"Agh, nosebleed."
His nose was bleeding.
"Okay, listen," Vegeta said after a few moments. "You're going to help me find Sozin's little secret. And that way, your planet doesn't get destroyed. Sounds fair to me. Sound fair to you?"
"Never, you monster!" Zuko yelled, and he began to glow with fire; but Vegeta's Gallick Gun hit him in the chest, and he went down.
"Okay, great. That was great," Vegeta said quietly. Zuko lay on the floor wincing in pain.
Jin first ran to reach Zuko, but found Vegeta in front of her.
"Run!" yelled Zuko. Jin ignored this and tried to sidestep Vegeta, but he thrust his palm out into her shoulder, pushing her about ten feet into the door of the restaurant, which she fell through completely. The broken wood door caught on her foot for a moment, but she soon shook free, running off into the city streets. "Author should rename the chapter," Vegeta said. "You guys didn't do shit."
Zuko slowly came to his feet. "You don't make any sense! You're crazy!" Vegeta sighed.
"Okay, you gonna tell me where that treasure is now?" Vegeta said. Personally he was feeling antsy. For some reason there was a distinct fear in the back of his mind that Goku would appear out of nowhere, ready to start arguing... and talking... and then trying to dissuade him from destroying a planet...
"Come on, try sending another one of those electric blasts at me again! I'll redirect it!"
"What? It's not electric—" Vegeta stopped. He looked to the corner of his eye."Wait... is it? I mean, it's energy, sure... But I don't think—"
"Enough!"
Vegeta was suddenly propelled forwards by a strong gust of wind; his body flew straight through a window, and then out into the streets of Bah-Sing-Se, where he tumbled to a stop and immediately jumped to his feet to face his assailant.
"W-Wha!? ORANGE CLOTH—KAKARO—" he stopped. Did he... did he finally shave it off...? "Wait... no, you're just a bald child!"
A wooden staff flew out with unreal speed, stopping to brush against Vegeta's nose.
"Err—See, it's like... DESTRUCTO DISC!" A destructo disc materialized in Vegeta's hand. "EAT DIRT YOU FILTHY ANIMAL!" he screamed, the disc already ripping through the air towards the one-hundred and twelve year-old airbender.
Aang parried it. The disc flew off to hit a man on a bridge's huge wheelbarrow of cabbages. One fell on Vegeta's head.
"Demeaning. CHILDISH! GALLICK GUN!"
"No, stop!" Aang yelled, hitting Vegeta in the kneecap in a rather restrained manner. "Just stop! I just want to talk."
Vegeta stared at Aang. He looked over at Zuko. Then he looked behind Aang's shoulder. He gasped.
Aang turned.
You can guess what happened next.
"GALLICK GUN!"
Aang's reeling body propelled through the wall of the restaurant, beating the record for property damage of a single building since the last time the Fire Nation broke through the city's walls in the process. It would behoove you to know that while Ba-Sing-Se's walls symbolically reflect the socially skewed hierarchical society of Equestria in a sad, convoluted way, the ponies would have a hard time living there to be sure, because it's simply not that stable. To clarify, many ponies would find it unruly to be told to 'hold their horses' to get a decent house away from shifty sword salesmen and nosy Dai Li insurgents. The Dai Li are quite remarkable, really. I believe, it went a little like this.
