Aliens seem to appearing out thin air. Aliens that tend to be magical. Aliens that are armed to the teeth. Aliens that really, REALLY, dislike each other. While Luna finds this as an ample opportunity to do hands on studies with alien behavior, Celestia's patience for them grows shorter by the minute. The Royal Guard have their hooves full soon enough, and shenanigans are inevitable.

Second try, or rather a re-write, of my first fic, which began running rampant.