The princess of the night crossed her arms in contemplation of everything that had happened recently in the advent of the full moon, the silver light reflecting brilliantly off of her nearly porcelain skin and her indigo wings and hair blending in flawlessly with the night sky.

Her hand on her chin, she continued to wonder what her place would be in the world now since her sister's apprentice, the young unicorn mare known to all now as Princess Twilight Sparkle, had achieved something the night mistress had not bared witness to in a very, very long time: the ascension into an alicorn.

The cool gale of the night against her ancient face, she continued to have saddening musings concerning of what the future would entail for the princess of the night. Her eyes went half shut as she began to consider her thoughts aloud, kept company only by the shining night surrounding her.

"There was me and Tia," she began, standing stoic nearly half a mile in the night sky. "For over a thousand years, it was such, but then when I returned, there was Cadance, who now rules the north," she began to bite her left index finger, as was her custom when she felt uncertain of anything. "But there is another of us now. Four." She looked up to her prized moon, one of the few things always capable of consoling her. "Will she replace Tia? Or perhaps me someday?"

The moon's shepherd had no special love for where this train of thought was headed, but since Twilight Sparkle coronation nearly a fortnight ago, it was all that been on her mind as of late. She knew that such thoughts were what led her to become the dreaded Nightmare Moon in the first place, and everyone, especially her, remembered how that turned out.

Yet, she had only just gotten back into this new Equestria and all it's unfamiliar wonders. To be unable to give it the gift of her night seemed like that of not only a personal betrayal, but one by her own...

"No!" she shook her head fiercely in defiance of these thoughts and whispers within her skull, finding the strength to fight against the doubtful musings of her royal mind. "There is no way they'd send me away so soon. They are my friends. They would never act in such a manner towards me."

She had thought the world of the young mare of lavender who she'd owed her life too. Cadance as well, but as the dark winds blew and howled against her long, lithe and slender body, she felt as if she'd slowly begin to lose her relevance once more as she had so many moons ago.

And with everything occurring since then, from Discord and the Changeling Queen to even the heinous shadows of the dark lord, King Sombra, she'd hardly been a boon to her nation, sister, or her friends. She quickly began to relive her greatest fear.

The fear of being forgotten once more and being hidden within the gentle darkness of her diamond studded night.

A single tear fell down the cheek of the blue and silver adorned princess when she bore witness to a new star. She smiled, spreading her magnificent blue wings so as to greet the new addition to her night.

Her bare feet leaving the soft, fleece like surface of the nimbus she'd been wondering upon for hours, she took flight, the gentle currents brushing softly under her wings, her skin reflecting the nearly pearl light as she flew higher and higher into the her painting of the night sky.

Finally satisfied with her distance, Luna halted, her mighty wings flapping elegantly in the peace of the very early morning. Staring right into the new mass of tiny light, she smiled softly. "And what shall I name you?" She asked no one in particular.

She then squinted her near sapphire eyes, noticing something a might peculiar about this newborn star. "What is this?"

It was getting bigger.

That is no star.

Her eyes widened as she flew in closer and closer to grasp a closer look at this faux star. Her horn glowing and her magic enhancing her speed, she flew to speeds that would make even Rainbow Dash take pause.

Finally, her body parallel to the falling wreckage, she began to notice strange markings and lines on the falling celestial body. The entirety of the thing was large, as well. Large enough to be a sizable home for any one of her subjects. She flew further ahead, calling even more upon her magic and wings to see the very front of the falling structure. That was when she saw something most peculiar through what appeared to be a window.

"A human?" Her eyes widened once more, struggling to intercept the falling star from it's path to destruction. Her magical aura ignited and two sonic booms followed in her wake as her ancient energies enveloped the cosmic debris.

Her brow began to sweat, her pearl skin now soaked with the fluid as she struggled to maintain both her speed and her control over the object in question.

Had I known what events this night would entail, she began to muse, still completely devoured by the task of bringing the alien man to Equestria safely. Then I may have asked dear Tia for assistance.

Having had to lift the moon only several hours prior had taken it's toll on the goddess mare, it's true. Being sealed away for one thousand years would do that to a pony, and while her skills had not atrophied in any serious degree since then, expending so much of her power so soon after performing her duty to shepherd the night was more than a slightly tiring experience.

But she sided such thoughts, for then was not the time for doubting herself. Seeing the shining city of Canterlot miles beneath her, she knew that for the truth that it was, so, giving a last, final push of her divine might, she made a final motion to steer the falling star out of the path of the royal city and into the eldritch greenery of the Ever-free.

She gave herself a mental sigh as she began to relive the memories of nearly a year and a half ago, during her final tenure as the wicked abomination, Night Mare Moon. Even still, though, she steeled herself for what would no doubt be a colossally tiring experience, even for alicorn standards.

She teleported to the forest floor, watching as the behemoth she'd mistaken for a star began it's descent into the forest where she'd first been defeated over a year ago. The runes on her forehead glowed a deep and fiery blue, as did her hands and eyes, as her alicorn powers began to surge through her body.

As Princess Luna strengthened her stance and raised her arms, she flared out her wings as well, desiring nothing to get in the way of the crash, nor her body to be overly smothered by the heat of the entry of the craft. "So be it!" She shouted defiantly into the empty air that separated her and the burning craft.

...

His fingers danced around the main console to his falling star ship, small explosions making themselves known through out the 300 year old freighter and the alarms wailing all over his ship. They illuminated the darkened hall ways of the illicitly stolen craft, the Ebon Hawk.

A surge of electricity surged through the keyboard, burning away the tips of his gloves and bringing a heated pain to his hands, but he ignored them. Now was not the time for something that petty to distract him from landing this thing.

He had been so close, too. After barely escaping a Sith strike force in a war droid factory he'd aptly dubbed 'the Foundry', he'd escaped to find his personal freighter in the collection of some Sith Lord. Needless to say, the lord was easily dispatched.

Another surge of electricity flooded the console, this time actually rating on the once dark lords radar. "Damn it!" He cursed, his Jedi patience now running thin. "Come on, Girl!" He slammed his hands on the console and, much to both his surprise and his delight, certain parts of the cockpit began to light up as they should have.

With a small, satisfied smile on his face, he continued to struggle and stabilize his falling ship, although it was still a downhill battle. Everything since his departure from Republic space 300 years ago had gone south. From his defeat to at the hands of the Emperor, to his loss at the Foundry.

Even his loyal astromech droid, T3-M4, was nothing but scrap now.

But he sided those thoughts and his pain. He knew that, despite all of his set backs, he could make it back to Republic space and lead the charge against these resurgent Sith scum and destroy them, once and for all. But then wasn't the time for those thoughts and he knew it.

He gritted his teeth and steeled himself as the one working monitor to his left began chiming the inevitable collision with this new world, it's lush green becoming more and more evident and even seeing a small, white dot on a mountain side.

He shook his head away from the distraction, though, for now was maybe the worst possible time to star admiring the scenery.

His fingers moved faster and faster as he let out a breath that he didn't even know that he was holding, his brown and black robes catching a few of the flying sparks and cinders all the while. Finally, with one last, desperate surge of machine gun typing, he finished what he'd set out to do.

"Yes!" He shouted in relief and joy. The whole time, he'd been struggling to make the escape pods work. Now it was simply a matter making it to them in time. As an after thought, the once Jedi grabbed his iconic mask and made a mad break for the pods. If there was even the slimmest chance he could get to one, then maybe, just maybe, he could open up a route back to Coruscant and-

...

She collapsed to her knees, dust and debris washing over the young goddess with all the tenacity of a raging waterfall, tearing at her fine, white, silken garments, but leaving them otherwise mostly intact, thanks no doubt to the several charms placed on them.

She forced a small smile.Tia always did say it was a foolish idea to charm my clothes like that. I suppose I shall be allowed to lord this over my dear sister later, after all.

As she wiped the blood from her nose, she gazed upon the new field of rubble, dead lumber, trees and vast puddles created in the wake of this structures crash. The cool fall air continued to send shivers all up and down her body, reflexively shielding herself with her magnificent wings from the chill of Autumn, as well as the mud and the muck stirred from the crash.

For several moments in the very early morning, still hours from her sister awakening from her slumber, she waited there, the dust passing over her wings and over her head, her eyes closed to prevent any such irritation to her cyan eyes. Finally, after several minutes of bowing before the might of the crash, she arose from the once now desolate part of the Ever-free, now seeing the falling star in full view.

It was as large as she'd first made it out to be, if not larger. As she's surmised earlier, it was at least the size of a respectable home in the more rural areas of her Equestria.

Flapping her mighty wings to take to the skies and catch a better view, she noticed it's shape. It was rounded at the end, but not near so much on the front, where it's shape resembled closely that of one half of a friendship necklace the young woman, Pinkie Pie, had gifted her with once upon a time.

As for the color, it was very difficult to tell. Though not a goddess, like many of her subjects would like to believe, she'd still had more than enough power for any spell Twilight Sparkle could utilize, tired though she may have been at the time.

Her aura now enveloping her soft hands, she passed her fingers over the downed space craft, cooling it as she drug her noting the burned metallic feel on the tips of her fingers and what may have been a once orange or goldenrod striping to the structure.

The fog of the Ever-free once more coating the area, she elected to find the man she thought she'd seen earlier.

Climbing from where she had been, she searched the top of the structure for a weak point, certain that any entry like that would have destroyed any normal route for retreating this great slab of burnt out steel.

Now atop the vessel, she once more ignited the aura in her left hand, then around the entirety of her slim body, dropping into the darkened and ugly steel halls of something she couldn't even describe, but chose to try anyway.

Lights flickered on and off as she wandered the hallow halls of the craft, sparks flying towards the princess of the night at every turn she'd made. She took time to explore every room she could, though. Being stuck on the moon in a waking stasis for one thousand years had left Princess Luna with an insatiable curiosity, after all and even if it had been against her better judgement and instinct, she simply couldn't help herself. Very few placed in the downed craft seemed to be of much interest, though, the two piquing her curiosity in any respectable measure having been a rather small table in the middle and what had obviously been some kind of medical chamber.

Shaking her head in disappointment, she moved onward through the craft, the novelty of the place now wearing somewhat thin, but still knowing what she'd come aboard to do and keeping herself on task.

That was when she'd heard the faint noise of breath.

Following the weak noise, she headed to the last placed she'd yet to investigate: the very front of the vessel. Moving faster than she new she ought to, she finally found the man she swore she'd seen earlier, knowing now why it had been so difficult to spot him.

As she bowed before his unconscious body, his hood covering his head at an off angle, she took note of how his robes of black and brown blended in with his surroundings as Luna's flowing locks and majestic wings had done with the night.

His robes were black and brown, like shadow and earth. Her hand steady, she moved to turn over the man on the floor of the craft, revealing what had appeared to be a light set of armor, the same colors as before, but with black being dominant as oppose to an earth tone. She then noted a small silver cylinder, hooked to his belt. Curious, the princess began to reach for it, only to be interrupted by the slightest stirring of her unwitting hosts countenance.

He had long brown hair for a male. Not nearly as long as her own, not even shoulder length, but still a small cry away from the standard length among the Equestrian male populous. His face was remarkably average as well, though in truth that was only taking into consideration the structure itself, not the skin on top of it.

He had high cheekbones that wore scars. Even more old wounds surrounded his jaw line and brow, as if a mask had been burnt into the top of his flesh. He sported only the smallest of goatees with a beard across the entirety of his lower face.

She looked around for any personal effects that he may have carried on his person, but found only a mask with a T-visor, coated in black and red.

She then saw him stir, his eyelids fluttering and smiled. "Sleep now," she whispered, passing her glowing left hand over his brown eyes. Even if his strange armor had protected him from the worst of the damage, he was in no shape to move anywhere and she new. And, as she lifted him up over her shoulder and began her sojourn home, she smiled once more.

It seemed as if her natural curiosity had finally paid off this time.

Author's Notes:

Just a little something I thought I'd work on on the side. I rather like how it turned out, too.