Doctor Saturn at the Gala Chapter 3The pegasus-drawn flying carriage landed on the outskirts of Ponyville. Despite being away from the town for years, it still seemed the same, Saturn noticed as he stepped out of the carriage. Everything looked, sounded, and smelled the same. But still, there was something a bit off. As Saturn trotted down the main thoroughfare, Saturn noticed what was different: there were some new buildings in town, some with a good amount of fairly advanced technology inside. Trotting up to the house on the outskirts of the main part of town, Saturn sweated a bit nervously. He hadn’t seen his parents in a long time. Slowly rapping the door, Saturn lamented the lost opportunities to catch up with his parents.
A few moments later, the door opened, revealing his father Uranus, a weathered old stallion in his 60s. Eyeing his guest, his tired eyes suddenly sparked with new life. “Saturn!” he cried happily. “So good to see you again!”
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Doctor Saturn at the Gala Chapter 2Three days later, Saturn found himself back in that dreaded tailor shop in Hooveston. Gear Rack’s smile was just as big as ever. Sauntering up to the counter, Saturn asked, “What’s the damage?”
Happily, Gear Rack answered, “For you, my friend, 100 bits.”
Saturn reached into his saddlebag for his money, grumbling while he did it. The price for a new suit is fair, Saturn thought, but why does he have to be so cheery about it? And what’s his whole deal with thinking I’m his friend? Like I ever had any when I was a colt. Saturn produced the necessary amount of bits from his bag and laid them on the counter. The unicorn tailor beamed. “Splendid! Give me one moment. I’ll be right back,” he said before trotting off into a back room.
While Gear Rack was finding his suit, Saturn took the time to think about the upcoming ball. Despite being to social gatherings before, the ones he went to were mainly for a
Doctor Saturn at the Gala Chapter 1The knock on Doctor Saturn's door was, needless to say, quite unexpected and unwelcome: unexpected, as he lived out on a barren rock in the middle of the ocean, and unwelcome, because he hated visitors. After all, what would anypony want to do with a relatively unknown astronomer like him? The brown Earth pony sighed irritably as he stood up from his computer terminal (quite a feat for ponies, considering they had no fingers or claws to type with--neurogloves got around this) and trudged slowly towards the door. Opening it, he found a grey pegasus mailmare with a yellow mane (and funny-looking eyes, Saturn noticed) holding out an official-looking envelope in her hoof. Taking it from her, he nodded in thanks to the mailmare. She shot off a quick salute before taking to the skies.
Looking at the envelope, Saturn noticed the name of its source: the Astronomers Guild. A small vein popped out on Saturn's forehead. Don't those idiots ever learn that I don't want the