User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150308061039

(The dropship, having locked onto the Milano's beacon signal, comes in for a landing on the bed of clouds next to it. The hatch hisses open, and what appear to be an Earth pony stallion and mare come out. The mare had a green coat and a purple mane with red highlights. The stallion had a light-green coat covered from head to hoof in red tattoos and was bald.)

Drax: This form is detestable. On my planet, equines are a delicacy. To think this world is largely populated by them.

Gamora: Cease your bellyaching.

Drax: My belly does not ache.

Gamora: ...Be that as it may, we must assume these forms as long as we're on this planet. Quill's orders.

Drax: Hmph. I'd prefer crushing the skull of a Chitauri.

Gamora: There's the Milano. This must be where Quill, Rocket, and Groot are.

(Gamora approaches the HQ's front door and knocks.)