“Foolish organics. Think you can run from the glory of Master Eggman?” A new and far more devious Celestia said, seeing the ponies run in fear right in front of her.
 
“The eggpawns will bring you back to me… and who knows, if you’re useful, you may become an eggpawn yourself.” Her evil chuckle carried across the air. Celestia truly was no longer the same.
 
“Eggpawn 01?” She asked to the large metal behemoth behind her, not even looking back at it.
 
“Awaiting commands.” The robot monotoned.
 
“Begin your hunt, for the glory of the Empire.”
 
The robot stepped over her and started its pursuit. The organics would serve or they’d die. Such was the will of the Eggman.
 

 
Small snippet of a story now.