It began like a normal day, check in, get to your station and work until Celestia's sun goes down. Night Sky and the other workers slaved over the giant spectra mixing vats until a large, brown pegasus, the mixing floor supervisor, came in holding a sheet of paper. "Attention employees!" He shouted, "today is your lucky day. As it so happens there has been another casualty in the upper factory and Ms. Dash has sent me a letter about finding a replacement"
There was a awkward silence, "Well?" The supervisor looked around, "Any pony gonna volunteer, other wise I'll drag one of your sorry asses up there myself"