Of all the places that we could keep this human, why would it HAVE to be MY place?! While I AM interested in learning how he fixed the fountain like that, and not claim it to be magic, I HONESTLY don't feel comfortable with him being here, and I could get Applejack to prove it!

It didn't take long for me to ask Princess Celestia, "What?! He's gonna live HERE?! My HOME?! What about Spike?! Won't he take this the wrong way, like he did with Owlowiscious?"

Princess Celestia looked at me, and smiled, replying, "Don't worry, Twilight! I think it would be best if you give him a chance! If what he said is true, then he will need ALL the help he can get, if he expects to find a way home again, but without trust, he can gain no help!"

I sighed, then lowered my head in defeat, saying, "Yes, Princess... although I don't see WHY you would choose me, when you could've chosen somepony else..."

Celestia looked at me concerned, then replied, "Twilight... I know that you're concerned about him, even though YOU don't see it! He NEEDS your help, and YOU may even need his help, as well!"

My eyebrows widened at that statement, and I looked taken aback, and he as well.

We both asked her in unison, "Wait, why do I need help from him?" with "him" calling me "her".

We both looked at each other, and smirked, with him saying, "Well, two great minds must think alike, huh?"

I nodded, and replied, "Very much so, it would seem!"

Princess Celestia smiled, then said, "It would seem that the two of you DO share knowledge of your own selves, but let me ask you THIS, Twilight..." she looked at me with a sly smile, and continued, "... how much DO you know about humans?"

That... kinda raised a point. I didn't know a THING about humans, besides what ONE of them looks like, and even then, I didn't know if they ALL looked the same, or not!

Then, she turned to him, and asked him, "And how much do YOU know about ponies, Justin?"

I didn't really think about that. While I DO know about ponies back on Earth, I can most definitely guarantee that these ponies are not the same as the ones on Earth.

I had no other choice but to shrug my shoulders, and reply, "Very little, Your Highness."

She smiled at us, then said, "So while the two of you are here, I would like to suggest that you both share the knowledge that the two of you know, and learn. That way, when Justin returns home, he can return a much more better man than when he showed up, and we can know more about his knowledge, use it for the good of Equestria, and view him as a hero!"

I didn't really like the way how she made me sound like a bad guy, but the word "hero" made me feel quite good. As for how I would achieve that title, I hadn't the SLIGHTEST clue.

Still, though. There just HAD to be a catch. A hero? What would I do that could cause me to be viewed as a "hero"?

I decided to ask, "Not questioning your knowledge, Your Highness, but just HOW exactly will I be a 'hero'? I don't think I would be remembered as THAT kind of guy, if all I did was leave knowledge, and run away!"

She looked at me in a knowing manner, and replied, "You do not know HOW many lives your knowledge could save! Although we are quite peaceful here in Equestria, we STILL have our fair share of enemies!" Wow... a loving bunch of ponies in a land that looks more peaceful than the safest place on Earth has ENEMIES?!

Princess Celestia nodded her head, which made me sigh, and ask, "Are you able to NOT read my mind, please? It's... making me uncomfortable..."

Then, she gave me a light laugh, and replied, "Very well, then... you have my WORD that I will not read your mind, UNLESS it is necessary!"

I smiled, and nodded my head, replying, "Thanks, Your Highness."

She lightly chuckled, then said, "You know, you DON'T have to call me that! Formalities wasn't ALWAYS my thing... just 'Celestia' or 'Princess Celestia' is fine, if it makes you more comfortable." Thank goodness! Wait, can she hear me?

She didn't respond to my thoughts, so I guessed that she wasn't reading my mind anymore. Due to that reason, I was feeling much more comfortable.

"Thank you, Your High- P-Princess Celestia. I... might have to get used to that. Don't worry, though. I'll share as much knowledge as I can, but I can't make ANY promises that I'll teach y'all everything I know... some things are actually better off NOT to be seen on this world." I, of course, had power plants and stuff like that in mind. The LAST thing that this planet needs is pollution... ESPECIALLY after what it did to Earth.

That's one of the reasons why I decided to live in the Space Station, run by that tyrant, "Commander Wilson". Due to a massive amount of pollution in Earth, most people with medical disorders like me had to leave the planet, or walk around in gas masks to survive. Seeing the flaws of the world, I took shelter in New Eden, along with Michael. That was also the time when we first met... and while we might have a lot of differences, we both have at least ONE thing in common that everyone back in New Eden knew... we both hated Commander Wilson's guts.

After how much suffering he caused in his "war efforts", and his "conquests", and how little care he showed about those who lost their lives in those, I wouldn't be surprised if he's having the time of his life up there! I only hope Michael is alright... I might not see him in a while... perhaps ever again!

I can't believe what just happened... my friend... my ONLY friend in this blasted station... is GONE! Most likely DEAD! What am I supposed to do now?!

I looked up, and saw Commander Winston walking inside my room, a slightly concerned expression on his face. He closed the door to my room, and walked over to me, and pulled up a chair to my bed, and sighed deeply.

"I know how you feel." He said. "I, too, lost a dear friend of mine a long time ago... he wasn't necessarily the BRIGHTEST of all people, but he was still a friend of mine."

"That doesn't help me, Commander... he might've been... a little immature about how he reacted, but still, he was the one that BUILT this whole place! Everything! The armor we use, the weapons we fight with, the robots that serve us, heck, the BEDS we sleep on! The ROOMS the beds are in! He did it all in less than three months, and as a result, we've flourished, and humanity was able to reach UNBELIEVABLE boundaries that were never even THOUGHT possible last year! A man who dedicated HIS life for all of humanity... and he was treated like dirt!" I punched my mattress, which knocked a hole in it, since I was still wearing my armor. My helmet was off, though, and bounced off of the other side of the mattress, and hit the wall that was at the right side of the room from my angle.

Commander Wilson sighed, then patted my shoulder, and said, "I know, kid... I know. Right now, I wish I could've taken THAT into account BEFORE I snapped back at him... but as a Commander, I have to show NO weaknesses, or the WHOLE army could go out of proportion!"

He sat back in the chair, and accidentally knocked over a spherical device from the desk near him, and tried to catch it, but failed, as it rolled on the floor in front of me.

When it landed, a hologram of Justin appeared on a monitor, and he was smiling.

The hologram said, "I cant' believe it! I did it! I managed to actually FREEZE a Black Hole!"

I smirked, and said to Commander Wilson, "Looks like the notes from when he froze his first Black Hole! I never really heard THROUGH it all, but... wait a minute... what's did he just say?!"

Real quickly, I rewinded his hologram, and listened carefully to the whole message, all while Commander Wilson listened as well.

"I can't believe it! I did it! I managed to actually FREEZE a Black Hole! And when I did, I sent an apple, protected by Anti-Matter, of course, into the thing, and when I pulled it out, guess what?! It was EXACTLY like how I sent it! Not a single misshape, or any additional dents were even ON it! It's almost like it was frozen in both, space AND time, until I pulled it out! I don't know HOW it wasn't affected by what could be on the OTHER side of Space, but whatever it was, it was capable of keeping the items and stuff, even living things like plants, ALIVE!"

When the hologram ended, I felt a sudden surge of hope. I looked at Colonel Wilson, and he looked at me with a worried look.

"I know what you're thinking, Michael, and it's FAR too dangerous!" He ran up to me, and put his hands on my shoulders. "I won't lose TWO people in one day! Not like this!"

I backed from his grasp, and replied, "But, sir! If what he said is TRUE, then that would mean that the black hole he fell in wouldn't have been able to kill him, which means that he MUST'VE made it to another side of space, instead!"

He glared at me, then asked, "And WHAT IF he's dead?! What if you die if you were to go in there, too?!"

I kept my calm expression, and said, "Yes sir, but WHAT IF something happens to this ship? What if he IS alive, but can't save the ship, should something bad happen to it? He's the ONLY one who can fix this ship from damages, and WE BOTH know that!"

We both looked at each other for another moment, until he lowered his head, and nodded. "Very well, Michael... but if you're REALLY gonna go in there, then I want you to take this."

He reached into his right pocket, and pulled out a round, flat device that slightly resembled the hologram, but it's center was dark blue, while the hologram's was just a light blue square screen.

"I had him build the two of us Universal Communicators, in case something would happen that would require us to communicate with someone else from a different galaxy... we didn't necessarily attempt to even TRY these tools out, but if your theory is correct, then we SHOULD be able to communicate through these."

I accepted the communicator, and attached it to the inside of my helmet that my ear would go to, and slid it on.

I then asked him, "Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Permission granted." he replied.

"Why exactly DID you send him out of there, if you were just trying to keep your image strong? Couldn't you just send him away through force by me, or a couple soldiers?"

He nodded his head, and replied, "I know I could've, but I wanted to tell him personally that what he said really meant something to me... that I was letting my power get the better end of me... and since sound doesn't travel through space, I was wanting to tell him that through the communicator, so that nobody could hear me speaking to him." Wow... I never really thought that I'd see THIS side of our Commander! It's quite a shame Justin never really saw him like this... he'd probably be more forgiving, then!

I saluted him, and turned around, only for him to say, "Wait!" I stopped, and turned around, and saw him standing from the chair.

"If you see him again, I want you to tell him that I never wanted it to be as personal as it ended up... and if he asks why I sent him out there, I want you to tell him what I told you. Also, tell him that I'm sorry for the way things turned out... and that is all. Dismissed." Again, I saluted him, while he saluted back. Then, I walked out of there, with the doors sliding closed behind me.

I knew that I'd gotten myself in a jam when it comes to the soldiers' morale. I knew that I was quite harsh on everyone. What I didn't know, however, was that even I have a weakness. That weakness, of course, is death. I've never really enjoyed the countless lives that were lost under my command, but even so, I've always tried showing a strong face, saying that they did what they chose to do... protect their homes.

That was, of course, what I HOPED they would see me as. Then, Justin pointed something that I've overlooked out... I was only PUSHING the people further, but gave them no room to MOVE on their own will! I was forcing their work to be harder, when they couldn't handle any more pressure... I was becoming a tyrant.

I wanted to thank him personally for showing me this, and would improve my way of doing things with his help behind seeing eyes, but then that Black Hole had to show up, and take one of my TRUE soldiers out there!

Even though he wasn't even part of the military, he still STOOD UP to the one who struck FEAR into even the strongest of soldiers! With that, I had to admire his courage... even though it might've been a foolish choice on his part.

Even so, to be a soldier for THIS army isn't to be a man in armor. The armor doesn't make the soldier... the man IN IT does... and a soldier like him doesn't fight for just his home, but instead for what's RIGHT. The things that I strive for are the right things, yet I risk too much, and gain too little from it. In a way, we were two like-minded people, just taking DIFFERENT methods to achieve the same goal.

As I watched my last true soldier exit the room, I held my salute longer, even though he wasn't there, and quietly said, "Good luck, Michael... you'll need it."