Luna sighed in relief. “Thank the heavens Mac was right about you...” She turned to the android who looked between her and Rarity.

“What do you mean?” Rarity asked. “Are you worried that almost the entire world is looking for you, Luna?” She smirked, walking over to them after placing the Syntex cloak on a nearby coat hanger. “Well, suffice to say that you’re all over the news.”

Luna sighed. “I suppose I should tell you what we’re doing here...” She took a deep breath, sighing it out. “First of all, I am the real Luna, as you know. It just so happens that-”

Mac interrupted, “The Citadel was attacked by GoldenTalon mercenaries after Princess Luna and Twilight finished interrogating a prisoner who was involved with anti-human cults.” He stepped over closer to Rarity. “I am Mac, as Luna said, otherwise known as Andy, Princess Twilight’s assistant.”

“I see...” Rarity muttered, bringing a hoof to her chin, then looking back up at the android. “But why did they attack? What was the purpose behind that?”

“GoldenTalon is trying to cover their trails,” Luna continued. “They have a strong dominance upon the guard and on the Lunar bases, where I was during all these years.” She sighed. “I woke up unannounced, and forced my way out of the moon and back into the planet.”

“Our guess,” Mac looked behind himself and then back to Rarity, “is that they want to make everyone believe that Luna is still on the moon, and are using their grip on the Guard to ensure that.”

“But why?” Rarity asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I believe it is because I am the only known survivor of the Citadel’s incident,” Luna answered. “Perhaps they are trying to convince everyone that I am the attacker.”

“I...” The mare sighed, “What happened to Twilight? And Celestia?” She began to pace about the room, muttering to herself.

Luna looked around. “Twilight and Celestia were captured by the mercenaries. We are trying to track them down.”

“I see...” Rarity huffed. “Give me a second to think about this...”

The alicorn inched closer to Mac. “Are you sure about this?” She was mildly startled as the android spoke through a speaker set on his leg.

“Yes.”

“Alright,” the pony said, looking up at them. “I will help you.”

“Stand still.”

Luna did as told, keeping still as a block of steel while Rarity put on a hooded Syntex cloak on her. Meanwhile, Mac stared at the two, already wearing a cloak himself with a balaclava. The alicorn had to admit: she doubted how effective the two pieces of clothing would be at hiding their identities. But she had to admit it; it was the best they could get at the moment.

“Excellent!” Rarity exclaimed, beaming up at the two.

The Princess cleared her throat, “Excuse me, but... how is your invention going to work with Mac? I have not heard of any humans around ever since they left.”

“Commercial androids are used by people of all species. They lack several of my qualities, though,” Mac answered.

“Yes,” Rarity added, “they are especially not as bulky and tall as he is.”

“What about ponies?” Luna asked. “I do not think they are as tall as I am.”

“You would be surprised,” the mare said. “With today’s technology, everything is possible, even for the native species.”

“I see...”

Rarity smiled. “Well, all is done! You may go on about your mission now.” Luna and Mac nodded, walking over to the door and opening it. They both turned around before walking out.

“Thank you.”

“Good luck!”

Luna sighed, sitting down next to a tree, looking over Ponyville. “What now?” she asked, glancing at Mac, who stood next to said tree, immobile.

“I have been organizing and reviewing my records from before the attack,” the android said, looking down at her. “It turns out that the cult that was found is stationed in multiple locations. I suggest that we track down one of their settlements, since I believe that they are connected to the attack.”

“What if the Guard is already looking into it? ” Luna asked.

“I highly doubt that,” Mac continued. “If the cult is connected to GoldenTalon, then the latter would be keeping the Colonial Guard away. For all the power the enterprise has got, they are still likely to cover their tracks.” He turned on his heels, stepping back into the forest. “Besides, it is the only lead we have.”