"30 minutes right…. doesn’t give you an excuse to blow a section of the ship up! And…I thought I heard something ok! It was scary. I mean there could be aliens down there trying to probe me or whatever it is that aliens do."
Well, crisis averted I suppose. Still, there’s still the matter of this new fellow.
"Alright, you’re clearly not here to kill us as you would’ve done so already. If you’re helping us then we really could use it. Oh, right manners, of course, my name is Velvet Remedy, and you are?"
This is one hell of a coincidence, some random pony just appears in a blue box? What is this, midnight science theater?
The stallion’s eyebrows went up at Celestia. Not for the explanation. As wordy as she tried to make it, the whole thing pretty much translated to ‘oops’. “Sorry, have we met? Actually, nevermind that. Not worth the explanation. I suppose I could have a look at your electrical problem before I shove off.”
Turning to Velvet, he nodded his head. “No killing, not me. Won’t find a weapon on me, not in a million years. Or more accurately a thousand, but I’ll get there. I’m the Doctor, by the way. Nice to meet you, Velvet Remedy.” For a moment he smiled at her, as wide a grin as any pony ever gave.
"Now, assuming you didn’t put the generators in the command module, we’ll have to see to these ‘scary noises’ to fix your power. Come on, then."
He was already moving towards the maintenance hatch as though he were on a tight schedule.
"Yes, they’re down in there, but the lines for them run all over. I did not think the system had any one single failure point. I tried to design it to allow several points of failure, after all, but we did not receive any damage prior to the blackout. Everything literally just went dead. My best guess was that we were being jammed, but if that ship has already left then surely the power would have been restored."
She flipped the breaker controls again, causing clicks down the inner body of the craft as each beaker at each junction clicked uselessly through the entire ship.
"Unless we’re somehow generating our own jamming pulse, but there should not be any exposed or poorly grounded wires or cables, doctor. I made sure to individually sleeve all of the wires in the ship."
As the doctor progressed inside the maintenance hatch and down into the ship’s innards, Celestia took the opportunity to slap Velvet Remedy upside the head with the back of her royal forehoof.
“Whatever it is that aliens do?”
Celestia quietly seethed out in more clear and obvious anger than she had ever allowed herself in Velvet’s company. If it were not a whisper, it would be terrifying.
“I’ll show you what aliens do, you little ungrateful sad sack of speciesist garbage. What the hell do you think The Doctor is? Some kind of unusually clean and proper wasteland pony that just happened to be swinging by for some lunch? Consider yourself the luckiest mare of your generation that you even met him, and while you’re at it; apologize.
That probing comment was disgraceful.”
She slapped the mare again, for good measure, before clearing her own throat and peeking down into the maintenance hatch. When she spoke again, there was no trace of the displeasure she felt for the grotesque way that Velvet had just managed to represent her entire civilization.
"Do you see anything down there, Doctor? Anything obviously out of the ordinary?"