Her suit hung in tatters from her body, only the blood red part of her mane left on her head, as the rest had been torn off in her mad dash to catch her 'friend'. Been doing this for years, ever since that first Sonic Rainboom... was recruited two years after I ran from Cloudsdale. Funny how quickly I settled into all this. Seen foals get eaten by that machine, get turned into Spectra. At least this way, they've got a purpose they can perform without fail... and hey, we still send some of them off to the Camp on the coast.