Fear. That was the feeling Lightning felt. Fear was what he felt when he couldn't find a way to talk or flee from a dangerous situation, an unluckily, in this situation, he couldn't do either of those things, which mean he had to fight, which he didn't like doing. As one of the remaining Time Lords allowed to roam the universes he was entrusted with a brand new TARDIS that would work when the time would come, which meant he was stuck by himself on the distant planet of Akross, which was hostile towards him for a stunt he pulled off involving some of there robots and laundry detergent. It was best he kept it secret, but they never forgot what he did, and they hated him for it. In fact, it was the reason the inhabitants were trying to kill him, punching the door to the TARDIS wildly, hoping that they would get it open.

To add another unlucky point, his companion was right behind those doors, joining in on the assault so she wouldn't get executed by them. Lightning cursed in a foreign language, which he had learnt while on a trip to a foreign land during his exile in the kingdom. He found ways to exit the kingdom without punishment, but he had to return before anyone noticed his absence, or the punishment would be even more severe than before. Now his future companion was even more clever than Lightning, however much he tried to say it wasn't true, it was. She could figure out more ways to get out of a situation in less time, though her solutions were more… insane. She would call for a large scale attack on their enemies even if there was a little bit of them attacking.

Lightning stepped away from the door, hoping that it would stay shut long enough so he could activate the inner workings, just so he could move do a different location. Hopefully his companion would figure this out too, and move to a different location, preferably their rendezvous, established mere moments before the raids on Lightning started, leaving only a little time for them to say their goodbyes. Lightning ducked below the console, seeing the wires all intact, a few sparks here and there, but nothing he had to worry about, but then he heard it. That large bang that made him sigh in frustration every time he heard it. The main set of gears that he added in to replace the dematerialization circuit. He was criticized by his past companions for doing it, as they believed it would be simpler to just leave the circuit as it is, less work for repairs, but he wouldn't listen, and now he regretted it. Immensely.

He ran over to the gears, and opened the panel that they were held behind and sighed, seeing that one of the gears was busted, and needed to be replaced before anything else was to happen, or he risked losing the TARDIS once more. He quickly took the gear out and looked around the floor, hoping to find the MANY replacement gears he had placed there, just in case, sighing heavily in relief as he spotted one, wondering where the rest had disappeared off to. He shoved it where he had taken out the busted gear and gave it a spin, to his joy, he found it working quite well. But to his dismay, the doors burst open, the riot outside the door flooding inside with a mighty roar, dozens of angry citizens and authorities flooding the TARDIS, all rushing towards Lightning. Luckily, his companion was there, and threw them out with the help of Lightning, who made sure no one got hurt, at least, mortally wounded, then he flipped a lever. A random batch of levers, but a lever that made the TARDIS move, and got them far away from that planet, most likely forever.

"You could have just hit them in the stomach, maybe not knock them out, and maybe kill them." His companion said, who had just ran towards her spot in the corner, appropriately labeled, 'The Companions Corner.' This corner was their small thinking spot, properly furnished to serve as such, with a chair, stress ball, and surrounded by soundproof glass that slid open and shut, with a cute little slide for Lightning to peek through and talk to them.

"I didn't kill anybody! At worst I might have badly injured them, but nothing that would cause immediate concern, it's not like we're coming back here anyways." Lightning responded, stretching out his wings, cramped from being tucked inwards for far too long, his horn was also burning, possibly from using it for baking, without proper equipment. That was one part that most ponies that he was around didn't notice, he was an alicorn, an incredibly short one at that. With this incarnation, or, "life," as he liked to call them, he had retained his royal status, at the cost of height, which he was extremely sensitive about, since most of his companions was now taller than he was, and constantly made fun of him for that. He was multiple shades of blue, more like two shades, his mane and tail, and now well formed facial hair from years of solitude were light blue, and his coat was a nice shade of regular old blue, his eyes being the only exception, being a soft green color, in remembrance of a life that he had loved. His facial hair was a beard, connected at the front of his mouth, creating a bush that he would usually keep frazzled and messy, as he thought it made him look cooler, but his companion would just shake her head.

His companion, who he called "Seven" due to a scar on her back, knew of this past life, and constantly made him remember it, whether it be in idle conversation, being a moral compass, or just wanting to know about him altogether, she was curious about him. Seven was a great companion in Lightning's eyes, always keeping him in check and always making sure he was mentally stable. When they first met, she was running away from some secret agency who was using her as a test subject for a serum meant to cure diseases of any kind, and it proved effective, and that organization was after her to gain the serum since they needed the original to create more of it, yet, Lightning showed up just in time, and she wanted to see the world. That was her dream, and Lightning promised to grant that wish if she were to be able to handle the threats that came with travelling with him. With this adventure proving she could.

Seven was a pegasus, with wings that seemed too large for her yet worked well, and flew her farther and longer than any other pegasus could, she wasn't the fastest, yet she was quite fast. She also had a bunch of different accents for some reason, Lightning never found a use to them in their 3 weeks of being together, but it still sounded nice. She also was quite petite, her grew coat being a bit fluffy, and her white mane cut short by Lightning at her request. Seven was still quite taller than Lightning, to the point where if she tried hard enough, and he was feeling happy, she could use him as an armrest. This was not common.

Lightning made his way to the console of the TARDIS and stared at a screen that swivelled all around the console, a destination printed clear on the screen, 'EQUESTRIA.' "We're going home, why are we going home I set it to go to Pheonn-2, it takes less time and I'm getting some signals there. Did you press anything while we were getting those rioters out of her?" Lightning said quickly, Seven popping her head out of the open soundproof room.

"Uh, don't think so, just reset the coordinates or use magic or something. I don't know enough about this machine to bring us back home." Seven replied, finally walking out of the room with a dress, looking quite elegant. She walked towards the screen as Lightning stared at her with an open mouth, raising a hoof in confusion as Seven walked around the TARDIS, showing Lightning her fancy new clothing.

"Bu… What… Wait a second why are you?" He stuttered, flicking random switches and pressing buttons that looked good to press. He was stumbling over the console, wondering why his companion, who hates fashion, would dress fancy.

"I figured we're returning to your home, why not look fancy? It's not like they'll be looking for me, right?" She replied smugly, climbing up the stairs and sitting down at the top of them.

"I'm rerouting her to go to Pheonn-2, go dress down or something, I doubt they'd take us in if they saw you dressed like that, despite it being very high class if I do say so myself." Lightning said, kicking the console as it squeaked with an ear-splitting likeness.

Seven sighed, "But I'm already dressed up! I don't want to dress back down!" She whined, slouching as she complained, leaving Lightning to pick her up with his magic, placing her in front of him with a shriek.

"Well you're not going out like that. Put on some more fancier clothings."

"But this is the fanciest I have!"

"Well I have bits to spare, so your going to stay here while I go buy clothes."

"But-"

"No buts."

"Fine! You're so mean. I don't know why I bother to do anything nice for you anyways." She grumbled, walking downstairs, a spiraling staircase underneath her that led her downstairs.

Lightning shook his head and returned to what he was doing before, perhaps, if given enough time, he could find a way to return home once more, back to the one place he could call safe.