Viceroy Twilight Sparkle stood on the prow of the Damocles, the flagship of the imperial fleet, her long ethereal hair flowing behind her like the last glimmers of dusk. She stared hatefully out into the void knowing that somewhere within she was lurking.
Admiral Rarity walked slowly in her hard suit that she'd always felt was terribly unstylish, but never had the means to design a new one, trapped as she was on the Damocles. She felt the clank of her maglock boots locking to the prow with each step echo inside her helmet as she slowly made her way towards her sovereign. She did her utmost to ignore the small drops of saline that drifted slowly past her as she walked. "Viceroy!" she bothered to say out loud. She knew that Twilight couldn't help but hear her thoughts, but she felt it was more polite to speak out loud. It didn't matter to her that Twilight wouldn't have been able to hear her through the vacuum of space anyway, it was the principle of the thing. "We've gotten our heading and we're ready to jump into hyperspace." She stuck out her hip and assumed a sarcastic tone of voice. "And as Picturesque as you look against the void, I'd hate to see you strewn atom by atom across the cosmos."
"Five years Rarity. It's been Five YEARS." Twilight said through clenched teeth. Rarity cringed under the psychic pressure that Twilight was unintentionally emitting. The prow of the Damocles slowly crunched under her. Twilight calmed herself and the pressure eased. The dented metal resumed it shaped. "Did you know that?" The Viceroy asked without looking at her. Rarity did of course, try as she might not to think about it she knew it had been five years since that terrible day. The day they lost Fluttershy, then in short order Rainbow Dash. The day she'd become trapped in her ship's computer. The day that Pinkie Pie had betrayed her best friends, her crew, Celestia, the Solar Empire, and the woman she loved.
Her message delivered, Rarity returned to the bridge of the Damocles, happy to be back in her spiffy uniform. "Helm! Take us to hyperspace," she called to the ensign.
The young ensign turned sharply in surprise. "B-but Ma'am! The Viceroy is still.-"
"Do as your Admiral says or I'll have you shot out of the airlock." The Viceroy said as she loomed menacingly over the terrified helmsman.
His face was sickly pale as he slowly turned back to his monitor. "Y-yes Viceroy." he breathed, as the Damocles' FTL engines engaged.
Twilight flopped languidly into a chair, and her mind drifted away to a happier time, to what felt like a lifetime ago.