"Your little 'test' is getting out of control," let out the Combine spokespony. "If you think this is all a game, you are not fit for rule." The Combine were starting to get less tolerant towards Nightmare Moon's actions, further proved by the anger in the spokespony's voice.
"But I assure you that I am. The test is going exactly as planned," She said in a child-like manner. "Would-be rebels are prosecuted and their petty hideouts are being burned to the ground."
"Well then, how do you explain this?" The Combine spokespony started playing a recording.
"Overwatch Sector 1, Identification symbol E380."
"Commander. We're getting all sorts of reports from the bridge. Is everthing alright?"
"Almost alright. Two drunken pilots played chicken with their hunter-choppers and their debris is blocking the bridge. Can you please do something about it?"
"They crashed and played chicken?! Dispatching a high-profile cleaner right away. Don't tell anyone about what happened or we'll get into trouble for it..."
"You have my promise."
Nightmare Moon was speechless, not believing that her own soldiers were so dumb. "Impossible!" she proclaimed angrily. "There's no way my trained profesionals would be capable of something like that!"
"The voice was identified as Beatrice, the very mare we told you was nothing more than trouble." Nightmare Moon shook her head, not admitting her stupidity. The Combine spokespony sighed.
"If we overlook all the issues caused by your naivety, how can you explain this?" The spokespony showed her raw footage of the sky and oddly, there were cracks in it. Through these cracks, the sunlight could be seen shining.
"No... that cannot be," she said, not believing her very eyes. "There's just no way..."
"We're rallying troops from other kingdoms regardless of whether or not you agree with it. We hope you'll finally solve this little problem with your new army and end up giving us what we want. Don't fail us again."