vampire fluttershy

Saten Twist was called into his manager's office, just outside of Los Angeles Union Passenger Terminal. He was sitting in the hallway, waiting to go inside.

Greg: *Arrives with Jake*
Saten: u got called here too, huh?
Greg: Now I know what this is about.
Jake: It's because we got in a fight at the bar yesterday. I technically shouldn't be here since I did not engage in any hostile activity.
Saten: u still started the fight.
Manager: *Opens the door* Come in gentlemen.

The four stallions continued the conversation in the office.

Manager: Fighting another pony in a bar. Really?
Jake: Technically I...

Song: link

Stallions: *Playing pool*
Santa Fe pony 59: *Walks in with Saten Twist* Look who's back everypony!
Stallions: Saten Twist!!
Saten Twist: *Sits down at the bar* hallo fellas.
Bartender: Hi Saten. *Gives him a glass of beer* The usual, just for you. You've got my wife to that business meeting in Flagstaff in time like u promised, so this is on the house.
Saten Twist: Thanks. *Gives him a quarter* Say hi to everyone else in the family for me.
Bartender: Will do.
Greg: *Walks over from a table* Hey, Saten. How was your run from Albuquerque?
Saten Twist: Wonderful, as usual.
Greg: Good to hear....

4:43 AM. It was still very dark.

Robert: *Walking through the station with a tray of garbage*

He went into the kitchen, placed it on a table, and climbed to the roof.

Robert: *Walking on the roof to a power switch. On his way, a tile goes down, landing on a lower section of the roof*

When he got to the switch, he played with it to make the air raid siren go on.

German Ponies: *Stop what they're doing, and listen to the siren* AIR RAID!! *Shutting off the lights* INSIDE!!
Colonel Von Waldheim: NO! No no, keep working!!!!

But no one listened to him.

Labiche: *Walks to the station with Didont,...

Blue Fedora slowly followed Dragon Spout as she trotted up to the Museum of Canterlot. She entered the building, and gazed around. “Hmm… let’s try the third floor.” She said, pointing with her hoof to a room on a spiraling staircase. Blue Fedora sat down, his legs starting to ache even meer at the thought of the treacherous climb that lay ahead of him. “Can we rest up a bit?” he asked her. “No! Every seconde we’re wasting, the dragons are one seconde closer to migrating! I can’t miss it!” she said, charging up the stairs. He sighed and slowly followed. They were in a museum...