Zakaht and his personal research team, including his captain of the guard and Evour, gathered to discuss a design for the new weapon. Ideas are being tossed as if they were beach balls. No pony can decide on one design of the weapon, or the name for that matter.
“It needs treads.” One scientist says
“Treads? Are you nuts?” Another interjects, “Wheels are the best course of action.” She states, quickly editing the rough draft of the design on paper.
“What if it was to rain and get muddy? How would wheels help then? And wheels aren’t all purpose, all terrain like treads. Please, Lord Zakaht, don’t you agree?”
The Prince had dozed off for a minute. Meetings weren’t his strong point in patients. Too much arguing for him. “Wha? Oh sorry. Evour, what do you think on the matter?”
Elated that his father/brother addressed him to make an important decision, he voice his opinion.
“Well,” Evour started, taking a long look at those gathered around the meeting table, “Fire Bolt makes an excellent point on how the treads would serve as a huge advantage. Wheels, however, will make it faster and easier to make. Both have their ups and downs, but all-in-all, treads would be the way to go, don’t you agree Zakaht?” He turned toward the prince. He had dozed back off. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
Off in Equestria, the Wonderbolts and Rainbow Dash look everywhere for her five friends. Discord’s body has already been returned to the princess. Spitfire and Sorrin went off to find Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy.
“Hello,” Sorrin introduced, “I am…”
“I know who you are!” Pinkie interrupted, “You’re Sorrin of the Wonderbolts! Rainbow adored you and Spitfire!”
“Let’s cut to the chase,” Spitfire cut in, “Pinkamena Diane Pie, you have been requested by the princess to come with us to Canterlot for royal business.”
“YAY!” Pinkie exclaimed, “What does she want with me? Parties? Decorations? Color choices? Parties?!? Oh! How about…” She was cut off by a hoof in her mouth. Sorrin couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please,” He pleaded, “just, SHUT UP!” Pinkie and Spitfire were both surprised at the sudden outburst. “Now, where can we find Fluttershy?”
Some of the other Wonderbolts went off to find Rarity and Twilight Sparkle. Rainbow Dash left to Ponyville with Spitfire and Sorrin, but for different reasons. She needed some time alone with Applejack.
“Hello?” Dash asked, peeking her head into the Apple barn, “Anyone home?”
“Is that my Dashie I hear? Why, it’s been too long. Yer alone now aren’t ya?” Applejack asked.
“Applejack,” Rainbow Dash said, blushing, “I told you, don’t call me that anymore. I’m seeing other ponies.” She looked away from Applejack, her first lover. “But yes, I’m alone. Can you believe it? Captain of the Wonderbolts, able to avoid paparazzi to sneak into an old apple barn. How’s Big Mac?” Dash said, trotting into the barn.
“Fine, fine.” Applejack said, in her usual cowgirl drawl, “I just wish we could still be together. Why’d it have to end?” She inquired, “Why can’t it work. You never went into details.”
“Listen, Jackie,” Dash addressed her, “Can we talk about this later? Princess Celestia needs all of us together for the war. Don’t me why.” Dash saw the sadness in Applejack’s eyes, and gave her a little kiss, like old times. “It just wouldn’t work between us. I’m sorry.” She said, a small tear forming in Applejack’s eye.
Twilight didn’t need to be found. She kept in constant contact with the princess, so when Celestia needed her, she just had to teleport to her. Fluttershy, to Sorrin’s liking didn’t talk much. He wasn’t in the mood for conversation after the whole “Pinkie Pie” thing. And at least she could fly. Rarity was found in a luxurious room inside the castle, making dresses for the princess to wear, as usual. The Mane Six were back together after about two years before the war.
Meanwhile, in Annesia, Princess Luna was resting and making sure the Moon could make the deadline. The next part of the plan was to be put into action soon. Not much time was left to move the Moon into place for the Solar Eclipse to blind the Gryphon troops.
“Dear, can I get you anything?” Falcron asked his wife, Luna, “Do you need more tea or anything?”
“No,” Luna responded, obviously weak from moving the Moon, “I’m, I’m fine. I just need re…” Just as she was going to finish her sentence, she collapsed onto the bed.
“Luna!” Falcron exclaimed, barging into the bedroom. He was soon relieved to see she had just fallen unconscious. Moving something as big as the Moon was no easy task, even for an Alicorn. Tucking in his wife, he left her to sleep. “Goodnight, my love.” He whispered in her ear.
Leaving the room, Falcron called Sanquil.
“Yes, father?” Sanquil came.
“I need you to go and make sure the troops get back safely. We don’t want them to get ambushed by Gryphons.”
“Yes sir.” Sanquil replied, turning and trotting off.