"Where has Mu gone?"
"I-I don't know!"
"Tell me!"
Crash! "I-I'm serious! We detected some very strange waves as we approached the submerged ruins, and before our eyes, it just vanished!"
"Show me the data!"
"Here you go! Take it, keep it, just stop throwing us around!"
"So there is residual energy..." a young, white-haired boy clad in a black and cyan jumpsuit mused to himself as he left the facility behind him, ruined by his recent rampage.
A buzzing noise, like a crackling radio, rang out, as if asking a question. From behind the boy, a demonic figure appeared, hunchbacked and made purely of light. "Yes, we're going to dive again, Laplace." the boy replied. "And we're going to follow the pieces of our home."
The demonic figure buzzed again. "Then why did you pretend you were a shark?" the boy asked with a deadpan tone, soliciting a sweatdrop from the demon.
"Come on Spike, the meteor shower is going to start soon!" a young mare called, galloping towards a hilltop.
"Whoa... huff... slow down, Twilight..." her assistant dragon heaved, carrying a large telescope. "I'm not... as fast... as you..."
Twilight Sparkle stopped when she reached the highest point on the hill. The night sky didn't have any stars flying across it... not yet, at least. "Any minute now..." she muttered to herself... and suddenly gasped.
The heavens were suddenly blemished by a large shooting star, wrapped in purple and black energy. And it was flying right at her. "RUN!" Twilight shouted, quickly turning the other way and galloping off, grabbing Spike.
Suddenly, pony and dragon were blown away by a powerful impact. Landing face first, the young mare looked up. Where she was standing just a few seconds ago was a black flame. No heat radiated from it, but merely by staring at the fire, she could feel isolation... sorrow... hatred. Absolute hatred. From it, a figure emerged, clad in a black suit and helmet with a red rune on his chest, in the shape of an M. He stared down at Twilight and Spike, and promptly demanded, "Where is my home? Where is Mu?"
"Mu? What are you talking about?" Twilight asked, getting up and stepping back a little.
"Don't play dumb with me!" he roared, reaching one of his hands out. "Laplace!"
From behind him, a demonic figure rose, made purely of light. It slowly began to change shape, into an ominous, black sword. The armor-clad boy took the sword, and pointed it at Twilight. "I am Rogue, the last of the Murians. You will not withhold my ancestry from me!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, bringing the sword down with a resounding crash, throwing dust everywhere.
When the dust cleared, Rogue discovered he had only destroyed a telescope. Twilight had disappeared. Laplace transformed back into his demon form, buzzing. "It doesn't matter." Rogue affirmed. "I'm going to ransack this whole world. Then Mu can rise again."