The date for the marriage was picked and we were soon out to do our normal duties. However, life wasn't without events, Inkwell and Echo were engaged and the wedding date for those two was picked.
“Well, you two are screwed in more ways than one,” I pointed out.
“How?” Inkwell demanded.
“Well, you and Echo both work,” I said. “How exactly are you going to explain to your kids that your never around.”
“Well, we're talking to Shining Armor about that,” Echo pointed out. “After all, you're dating a princess, so don't complain.”
“I'm not,” I deadpanned. “I'm explaining the problem I see.”
“Oh,” Echo giggled.
I wanted to facehoof and facewing badly. How can you miss that I'm trying to explain shit?
“Don't worry,” Inkwell said. “We're always able to miss the obvious.”
I agreed. As for what was to happen would forever be funny. When me, Inkwell and Echo returned from our dates, we were summoned up to a staff general who we had not put in place by any of the sane minds. The three of us grunted and trudged up to the office, where a sour looking Hypogryph sitting there. On the desk sat a name plaque which read “Stratus Skyranger”.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello,” Echo replied.
“I heard you three were out on dates,” he growled.
“Yes Sir,” Inkwell replied.
“Against regulations,” he said.
We sat down and he proceeded to rip into us for every violation we had under our belts. If Nightmare saw this, she'd flip her dome.
“What is the meaning of this outrage?”
I caught a glimpse of an armor I wish I couldn't see right now. King Sombra, head of the Crystal Empire and head General of the Crystal Forces.
“King, what are you doing here?”
“I got word from my daughter that you came in from your post in Manesford Heights,” he said.
“Your Daughter?” Skyranger asked.
“Princes Mi Amore Cadenza,” Sombra replied
“Oh, her,” Skyranger snorted. “Wittle Mommy has to sic her big bad daddy on me to protect her babies.”
Echo bounced up and smacked the desk.
“Their mom wants to make sure they aren't having to clean up your bureaucratic mess!” She snapped. “And Captain Armor puts people in charge who have common sense, which isn't common in your tiny mind!”
“Know your place,” Skyranger hissed.
“Alright, keep your heads on,” Sombra said. “Echo makes a good point, you do need to use common sense.”
“How you became a king I'll never know, since you use that evil thing called common sense,” Skyranger hissed.
I said nothing and watched as Echo, Skyranger, and Sombra went two against one in the argument.
“Enough,” Inkwell said. “We need to step back and look at how objective the dates are. What purpose would these dates serve?”
“I don't know,” Skyranger said.
“Simple, the dates are to see if we love each other enough to start a family,” Inkwell pointed out. “It's something you need to try at one point.”
Skyranger chuckled. Sombra smiled softly.
“I can suggest two who work in my castle, Secretary Tempest Shadow and Head Royal Foalsitter Radiant Hope, who are looking for dates,” Sombra said.
Skyranger gave Sombra a dirty look.
“I am not in the armed forces to get a date,” he hissed. “I'm here to make this army perfect.”
“Perfect by what standard?” Sombra asked.
“Perfect by the modern standards,” came the reply.
At that, Sombra began to laugh. At first, it was normal, then it turned into a bellowing roar of joy.
“That's rich,” he said. “All rules and any regulation that is on the docket has to be approved by all the Ruling leaders.”
“What do you mean?” Skyranger snarled.
“Simple,” Sombra said. “You can't put a rule into action until it's been approved by Me, Cadence, Luna, Celestia, Princess Skystar and Queen Novo.”
I watched as Skyranger was ready to flip out. Sombra sent us out and told us not to worry, the disaster would be tended to.
“We got lucky,” Echo said.
“Yeah,” I agreed.