The air beside Discord seemed to shimmer and ripple, and suddenly there was a second figure there. A pony, as tall and majestic as Celestia, though they weren’t made from flesh. Lucky saw braided metal muscle instead, with eyes like a pair of glowing indicator lights. Strangely, this figure spoke in a familiar voice, and didn’t seem to be addressing her. “You have not obeyed protocol. This citizen has not been given an interface designation or informed of her responsibilities.”