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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.
"This is our home! And you CANNOT STAMP US OUT!"