Case File 2: Captain Rainbow Dash
The NightWatch control is a vibrant, bustling centre of activity. As I enter I can see ponies at terminals co-ordinating the fliers, maps adorn every available table, the whole place decked in gunmetal grey flagstones. There's an extremely utilitarian air to the whole room, as the machinery of this vital post-war emergency service moves around me.
The pony I have been aiming to meet is standing in the centre of the room, her rainbow mane cropped short in a military crewcut, her body wrapped in a form-fitting uniform. It's a vibrant, navy blue cut across with lightning bolts down each limb. The uniform is reminiscent of pre-war aerobatic team uniforms.
The Captain doesn't acknowledge me until I am very close, standing opposite her at the table. Before us is a glimmering magigram of the nearby town of New Ponyville, each building, field and pony fleshed out in full 3-D for the captain to plan her recon teams. Tonight is like any other night, the danger o