Hello everybody, or everypony if you're reading this in equestria. I'm JollyJape, and this is a new chapter. I'm sorry if I updated too slowly last time, but there were a lot of problems and stuff, but I'm alright now! Anyway, let's go!

The pale-green Pegasus skipped as she walked towards the storage deck. Her lime mane fell across her eyes, and for the briefest moment, the voices returned. She shrugged them aside. Now was not the time for them. Commander Pinkie was having a pre-battle party, and someone had decided to entrust Bullet Dancer with the fireworks. Three minutes later, Bullet dancer was sat, fire all around her, smiling as the voices in her head whispered to her.

"Who the fuck decided to let her near fireworks?" An earth pony asked his friend, as they sprayed foam on the fire. A shrug replied, followed by "Commander Pinkie." The earth pony sighed, and continued spraying.

"Hey, Bullets. Look at all this fun!" Said the voice. Bullet did as it said, glancing around at the bright lights and noises and people all around her excited. It made her warm thinking she helped them. It had been the voice's idea to start the party in the storage, and it always had good ideas.

"Well done, Bullets. " It said, as it faded away. She whispered a goodbye, stood up and walked out. After all, commander Pinkie had told her to report back when she was done in the storage.

"Bullets… What are we going to do with you?" Pinkie asked, shaking her head. Years of fighting had numbed down the usually energetic pony, and it seemed her accident had finished the job. Her face was ripped and torn, half the skin on one side burnt and charred, her cheek revealing her teeth. Her eye was gone, too, and she worn an eye patch to cover the hole. She still tried to smile, but to most, the effect was more terrifying than friendly.

The commander looked down at her file on bullet. It contained a psychoanalysis as well as her merits. "Over 16 separate counts of heroism in battle, but you still cannot act correctly." She said. She ignored the psychoanalysis for the moment. The picture in the file matched the soldier before her.

A pale-green Pegasus, with long green hair. One pupil was larger than the other, and already gave off a distinct feeling of insanity. Her ears were strangely pointed, even for a pony, and her teeth ended in slight points. The overall effect reminded the commander of a goblin's face. Turning to the psycho analysis, she read it over. Warning, subject suffers from auditory schizophrenia paired with sociopathic tendencies and a need for attention. 'Funny.' Thought the commander. 'Most would've said the same about me.'

She looked up at the Pegasus, who was currently fiddling with her hooves. "Bullet. Tell me, what were you thinking when you set off those fireworks?" The Pegasus thought for a moment, as if searching for the words, then replied.

"I wanted to make a party, like you told me to."

"Bullet, I haven't told anybody to have a party." Pinkie explained, her head hurting from the pure irony of the situation. "Bullet, I'm sorry to say this, but you're too dangerous to have on the battlefield right now. I'd suggest you go down to the medical bay to get something for those burns.

It was only then that Bullet realised her tail was on fire.