“So...let me get this straight, you two are aliens,” Applejack said.

“From an alternate reality,” Sunset continued.

“Who were at a convention,” Rainbow added.

“Dressed up as fictional characters,” Rarity commented.

“And some guy gave you both items and sent you here to help people who had a similar fate?” Twilight asked.

“When you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?” Steven asked.

“But it's all true,” Trent told them.

“I believe them,” a young voice said. Everyone turned towards the voice and saw the small black filly looking at them.

“Seriously?” Trent asked, to which she nodded.

“Well that was a surprise. I expected you all to deem us insane,” Steven admitted as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Oh trust me, most ponies would, with that story,” Celestia chuckled.

“No shit,” Church told her.

“Why are you not surprised about this, Church?” Steven asked curiously.

“I found all that out by checking Wash’s head while you guys were busy earlier.”

“And you didn't say anything?” Trent asked. “Hell, why do you still call me Wash if you know I'm not actually him.”

Church shrugged. “Eh, I prefer calling you Wash. Besides, why does it matter? I'm pretty much stuck with you now, so might as well get used to it.”

“Could be worse, Church. You could have been stuck in someone who became Caboose.” Steven admitted with a smirk.

“Being stuck as an AI with him is better than having a physical body he can kill one way or another.”

“You make it sound like you enjoyed getting blown up.”

“Okay, that's enough,” Trent said. “Can we discuss something else besides Caboose and his team killing?”

“Maybe a good idea,” Steven said. “Well anyone want to ask us anything?”

“Well if you're telling the truth about all this, then I have a few,” Twilight said.

“Well fire away,” Steven requested.

“What exactly can Epsilon do? Besides what Wash said earlier.”

“Let's see,” Trent said. “He can power any armor enhancement I have, check vitals, basically detect anyone apparently. Oh, and he can possess anyooo-I mean, any electronic.”

“Wait, what were you about to-” Sunset started.

“Next question!”

“Here's one,” Rainbow said before looking at Steven. “What was that thing you did with your sword earlier?”

“My sword? Oh, do you mean when it changed to a sniper rifle?” Steven asked.

“Wait, when was this?” Trent asked.

“After you were thrown from through the hole.”

“Right… So what happened?”

“Well I decapitated two of them, then switched the sword to a sniper and killed the other three simultaneously,” Steven admitted.

“You say that like it was easy.”

“It was. It was almost as if I’d been doing that my whole life,” Steven admitted.

“Well good for you. I was tackled several stories above ground, landed back first, and nearly got torn to shreds. I'm just lucky Epsilon was able to give me a heads up and that this armor is so durable. As well as have a functioning healing unit.”

“At least you have armour and a healing unit,” Steven argued.

“You have aura and a pseudo healing factor with that semblance.”

“Se-what now?” Applejack asked.

“A Semblance,” Steven repeated.

“What's that?” Sunset asked.

“A Semblance is the manifestation of someone's innate and personal power and is an ability that is unique to each individual, with the effects varying greatly from user to user. The nature of one's Semblance is noted as representing an aspect of their character. However, a person's Semblance can be similar to the Semblances of their parents or other family members.

“What?” Rainbow said.

“Basically, it's a power unique to everyone.” Trent said. “Steven's semblance is related to light.”

“Which is why my arm healed up after he snapped it back into place before,” Steven added. “One of its quirks is that I can have an accelerated healing factor when under direct sunlight…but I’m guessing my power is weaker without it.”

“So you're more vulnerable at night?” The kid asked in a curious tone.

“I believe that may be the case.”

“Alright, that's it,” Church said, annoyed. “Does anyone mind telling me what happened with Nightmare Bitch, how she,” he pointed at Luna, “changed from Nightmare to that, and where SHE” he pointed at the filly, “came from?”

“Concerning what happened to turn my sister back to normal, we have the Elements of Harmony to thank for that,” Celestia explained.

“That's still a stupid name.”

“Okay then,” Trent said. “But what was with all that Nightmare Moon shit in the first place? What, is it that time of the month or something?”

“Do you need knocking out again?” Steven groaned in annoyance.

“Are you going out the way to try and get yourself into trouble?” Celestia asked Trent.

“No,” Trent replied. “I just want an actual answer.”

Luna the looked towards Trent before she said nervously, “She was a manifestation of my anger, jealousy and resentment towards my sister because of how our subjects showed little respect for the night.”

“Holy crap, you can talk,” Trent said in surprise.

“Yes, we can talk,” Luna replied.

“Sorry. Just surprised since you've been quiet this whole time.”

“Wait, so she was basically all your negative emotions given form?” Church asked.

Luna nodded. “Yes. Why?”

“Let's just say, I know a lot about different personalities given form…”

“Umm, would you be able to explain a bit more, if you don’t mind that is?” Fluttershy asked meekly.

“And another finally talks,” Church commented.

Trent sighed. “Long story short, there's a reason Epsilon is known as an AI fragment.”

“And what do you mean by that?” Twilight asked.

Trent looked at Epsilon. “You okay with me telling them?”

Epsilon shrugged. “Go right ahead.”

Trent then looked at the ponies. “Well, to keep this from getting too long, I'll just tell some of the major stuff right now. Basically, there was a group known as Project Freelancer, and they got a hold of an AI, called the Alpha. The Director wanted all his soldiers paired with an AI partner, but they can only get the one.”

“So what did they do?” Sunset asked.

Trent stayed silent for a moment before saying, “They tortured the Alpha. They traumatized it, trying to cause split personality disorder. And whenever it did develop one, they turned them each into a separate AI, naming each after a different letter in the Greek alphabet. The Alpha’s rage became Omega, his trust became Theta, his deceit became Gamma, et cetera.”

“Then...what is Epsilon?”

“I'm the Alpha’s memories,” Church told her. “And basically, I'm the most like him.”

Trent nodded. “He has a good memory on things, no pun intended, and even use memories of the other fragments to help him with some things.”

“How does that work?” Rainbow asked.

Trent shrugged. “I don't entirely know. But I do know that it's useful.” He then looked at the black filly. “Though, can someone tell us where she came from?”

Twilight shrugged. “To be honest, we don't exactly know. After Steven was thrown off the tower, my friends and I used the Elements of Harmony on Nightmare Moon, turning her back to Luna. And...she was just there, lying next to Luna.”

“I assumed that was the case, but that doesn't tell us who she is,” Steven commented, pointing to the small filly.

The filly looked down. “I don't who I am. All I remember is waking up and everypony staring at me.”

“So you don’t have any name you remember then?” Steven asked.

The filly shook her head.

“Hmm. Has it not occurred to you all that maybe you should give her one? I mean seriously were you just going to have everyone call her little filly?” Steven asked.

“Well we don't have one right now,” Twilight said. “We've been...occupied.”

“With what exactly? Deciding if Rainbow should hit Wash again?”

“Well we've been distracted, dealing with you three.”

“You know what I’m not going to question this lack of judgement from you all.” Steven said in annoyance as he squeezed the bridge of his nose.

“I have another question,” Celestia said “What are you going to do with your lives now you're here? You must have some sort of plan.”

Trent shrugged. “Like we said before, we don't know what we'll do now.” He then rubbed the back of his neck. “Didn't really think that far ahead. All I know right now is that we have to wait for that Andrew guy to come and explain things to us. But we don't know how long that'll be.”

“Well he did say we wouldn’t see him again till we were used to our new powers and have somewhere to live,” Steven pointed out.

“Well, your powers. I might just need to get used to my equipment, but yeah, no idea what to do in the meantime.”

Celestia then looked to Trent before she said, “Well what about forming your own private defence company?”

Trent shrugged. “Sure.” He then looked at her in surprise. “Wait, what?”

“She said why not make our own private defence company… is she insinuating that we reform Project Freelancer?” Steven asked.

“I'm not so sure how I feel about that” Church said.

Trent waved his hand in dismissal at Church before looking at Celestia. “Why would you do that?”

Celestia shrugged. “Simple, we have a lot of old ruined military bases that are just taking up space. It seems a waste to just tear them down when they could be used for other purposes, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean…?”

“I mean...” Celestia said before sighing. “As much as I hate to admit it, my military are in shambles and today proved that. What they need is someone who is not associated with my guard to outdo them to make them actually want to work again.”

“What does that have to do with us?”

“I think she wants us to be the ones to correct their mistakes. Basically be a cleanup crew to begin with,” Steven suggested.

“Seriously?”

“And if that isn’t what you’d fancy, how about the chance to create your own experimental weapons?

“I'm okay with that.”

“I guess I am as well… I guess we do need some sort of job, and if this goes as planned I guess we could be able to deal with those Grimm easier,” Steven admitted.

“Well this might be interesting,” Church said.

“One question though,” Trent said, looking at Celestia. “What's the catch?”

Celestia looked at him in confusion. “Catch? What makes you think there's a catch?”

“This just sounds too good. We're just two aliens and an AI, as far as you know, and you're offering a place to stay and a potential job.”

“There...is more to why I’m offering you this deal,” Celestia admitted.

“I knew it. So? What is it?”

“We need help defending from those Grimm and other things. We have little in ways to fight them and none of our soldiers can handle them, but you could. I… no we all need your help, too many of my ponies have been killed already and we have nothing that can handle them,” Celestia said.

Trent blinked before looking at his two companions. “What do you guys think?”

Church tilted his head in thought before shrugging. “Sure.”

“If she’s willing to beg us to do this, she must be out of any other options,” Steven admitted. “Sure if you're up for it, so am I.”

Trent then looked at Celestia. “Okay Celestia. We’ll do it.”

“You’re serious?” Celestia said in surprise.

“Lady, you are borderline begging us to help you. Besides, we came here to help people anyway. Don't see why we can't help you.”

“Thank you. You both have no idea how much this means to us.”

“Who knows…” he then looked around again. “Any last questions?”

All the ponies in the room just shook their heads.

“Well then, what now?” Steven asked.

“Well I guess you could go to Ponyville while we get you some escorts to take you to your new base?” Celestia suggested.

“I'm sorry, where?” Trent and Epsilon said, simultaneously.

“Ponyville, it’s the nearest town, just outside the Everfree,” Pinkie Pie explained.

“The what?” Trent asked.

“The Everfree Forest, it’s the name of the forest we are in right now,” Pinkie admitted.

Trent looked out the window and, now that there was light out and no fog, could see a bunch of trees passed the ravine. “Huh… didn't know that. Well, if that's what we should do, then let's go.”

“Although we do need an escort. We don’t exactly know the out this forest,” Steven pointed out.

“We don't know our way through anything here,” Trent added.

“I could show you around,” Pinkie admitted as she seemed to bounce around the two.

Trent looked at Steven. “You think this is a good idea?”

“Seriously… do we have any better ideas?” Steven asked.

Trent sighed. “Fine.” He then walked towards the exit swiftly followed by everyone else.

Author's Notes:

And there's 4. Hope you like it, sorry if you don't.
-Dark