>You are Hidden Gem
>Dusty shyly looks away from the armored mare and says, "I'm not a mutant…" sounding a bit confused.
Seeing your best friend having his honor put into question, you puff out your chest and stand up to the mare.
"That's really rude! We just wanted to know if you were okay after your cool sky-boat crashed! And now you're picking a fight with my friend!"
>The mare rolls her eyes, "real tough words from a literal Filly! Don't you have a mother that should be looking after you, foal?"
"You wanna fight? Death is still turned off and you look like you like fighting!"
>Now the mare just looks confused, " I'm not fighting a literal foal! This is a waste of my time! The Enclave doesn't need your help and I don't need to be lectured to by a filly about how I should treat dirt dwellers," the mare turns to look back at her commander, "Ma'am if you wish to waste time with these dirt dwellers, don't be surprised if none of us follow your commands from here out, "Lieutenant Commander." I'm going to help get our ponies out of the remains of the Asteria."
As the armored mare flaps off to fly back to the wreck, Stratus stops examining the tree and approaches the two of you.
>"I'm sorry, did you say that he is a moth-pony?" Stratus asks.
>"Yes descendant of the Flutter ponies, the defeater of the Smooze and soon to be kick butters of the Aliens!"
>"I'm not familiar with any of that," The mare admits.
"Well this isn't an afterlife we're fighting the same aliens that destroyed your world, and death is off because the narrator turned it off. Well at least he said he did it."
>"Narrator," the mare asks.
"Look it doesn't matter, I heard somepony say something about Caribou slavers and I think they're the same ones the princess went to fight, We're going to go help her!"