"I think... I think we've spent way too long here in Equestria..." I intoned, flabbergasted by what I saw as I peered into the bathroom mirror. As I stood there in the bathroom of Weyrhome, all I could do was shake my head half in awe, half in exasperation. "Humans are not ponies," I spoke to myself, softly. "Humans do not get... these. These are not supposed to be here..." 'Those'... were the marks which had appeared upon my forearms: the symbol of Akilae crossed with the symbol of a Pylon and a Staff...
Last night, whilst Ieesha and I had been meditating - reflecting upon our lives; the things we'd done, the Zerg we'd fought, the people we'd helped during our many adventures - alarm from the Weyrmind had ripped through our thoughts as a massive surge of magical energy had ripped through the Dragon Weyr, the Nexus' Gestalt Defenses proving to be ineffective against it. Nothing had been damaged, thankfully, but Ieesha and I had passed out as the energy surge swept through the colossal pyramid and the Weyrmind had been deeply rattled.
The next day, I had awoken to find that-- ~David!? David!? Something--something's happened to me--to my body! There's... there's a mark on my flanks, similar to those the ponies possess...~ No sooner had she spoken then I was racing into the main room of Weyrhome to see. My beloved Ieesha lay upon the Grand Fleece Pile in the center of the room, peering curiously at her own flank markings: a Golden Shield, inside of which was a heart, atop that the Sign of her Kin, the Omari Kirata, or High-Born Kirathians. ~I... I don't understand this, sweet David! What, in Trag'Oul's name has happened...?~
"Wait a minute..." I murmured with dawning realization, "if I've got them, and you've got them, then what about--no, impossible...!" But no sooner had that thought crossed my mind then the Weyrmind's distress/shock/confusion filled our thoughts and we were up and racing to the lift that would take us down to the Khaydarin Forest, where the Mind dwelt. Protocols were simply overridden by the Mind - we didn't have to use the passphrase - the lift plummeted down, the light and dark psionic barriers were shut down and the Voidsteel door was already half open as we raced into the singing crystal forest, urged on by the Weyrmind's distress. No sooner had we reached the titanic franken vessel then it was detaching itself from the psionic conduits tethering it so that it could flip such that its top faced us, a series of discordant notes issuing from it as we beheld that IT, too, had a... a.... a cutie mark.
A mighty silver gear; the machine. An Egyptian pyramid; the shelter against the storm. And a book, for the Knowledge within its Great Archive. I shook my head. "That... that's impossible...." I stuttered as the great ship righted and tethered itself again, the Nexus' systems coming back online once more as the Weyrmind reattached itself to its 'body'. "We... we've gotta get help." With that, I turned to Ieesha. "Get a message to Twilight; she's gonna want to be in on this. If... if ponies aren't the only ones who can get... cutie marks.... this changes everything..."