Purpose fulfilled and second life fully lived, a Guardian lies down to die one last time. Sadly for him, his dirt nap is interrupted by a multiversal hiccup (which conveniently fixes itself almost immediately) that leaves him stranded in another reality with nothing but a small box of stuff, his fashion sense, and a friend.

Fortunately for everyone but the readers, this isn't an adventure and our lovely ex-protagonists get to take a well deserved break from facing down the cosmic horrors and eldritch abominations of an increasingly stressful reality.

Unfortunately for everybody but the readers, the sudden appearance of a being equivalent to a god tends to cause some ripples.

And no, I'm not explaining all the little Destiny details sprinkled into this. I'm too tired for such refined, principled, drawn-out writing.

Have you ever wondered what the baby of a cafe and a food truck would look like in the Equestrian steam train business? No? Well too bad.

Anonymous entrepreneur and caffeine connoisseur, going by the name Mocha Mocha, has officially started a cafe in a train car.

Crux, a quiet griffin with a slick set of shades, is operating the front counter.

Shenanigans ensue.