So what if we found a way to use the bad ones? It's better than sending them all off to the camp. Pegasi are supposed to be the shining beacon in this country, a race to look up to... the unicorns have their monarchy, and the earth ponies have their control over the land. What've we got? Efficiency. Brutal efficiency in our work. We control the weather, so it falls on us to make sure Equestria's weather is good... can't have a rookie up there screwing everything up; it'd kill more ponies than what we're killing. She sighed, looking over at the picture of her idol, Spitfire... you're one of the few who got out of the Flock and made a name for yourself... heh. Look at me. Dead end job, terrible suit, and I'm managing Spectra creation... hmph. Wish I was like you, Captain... then I could get out of this bloody circle.