User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150529224442

[More posts to reply to than I thought; will split. :P]

Orbit: Serra? What's wrong? ...What's wrong with her?!

Med Guard: I-I'm not sure! Maybe the weapon she was struck with was tipped with poison or something!

Orbit: Serra. Can you hear me? Squeeze my hoof if you can hear my voice.

Zapp: I share thy reservations, Princess Luna. Know well that I wouldst not entertain such a notion if yon adversary didst not have such despicable ends. We cannot allow him to come anywhere near the late Celestia's resting place. And if Star Swirl's records bear merit... I believe I know of a place in which his presence would not cause any due harm.

Dropship Pilot: Oh, crap! Evade! Evade!

(The ship sways left to right as it attempts to dodge the incoming missiles, but its rotors are struck, causing it to slowly lose altitude and go down on the far side of the city.)

Masquerade: Tch! Bastards...!

(An expulsion of air from Masquerade's suit slows her descent, and she lands atop one of the robots, jabbing her stun batons into its neck joints and electrocuting it.)

(Knowing that the door would give way within moments, the secret service ponies back away from it and draw a multitude of firearms.)

S.S. Pony #1: Ready...! Aim...!

(Mayor Blossom momentarily closes her eyes.)

Blossom: ...Forgive me. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your selfless service.

(A secret passage opens on the ground, and Mayor Blossom retreats into it.)