Fallout: Equestria - Empty Quiver Pg. 34



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Man, I'm getting good at that puppy-dog face if I managed to convince Static about something. Shuffling around to avoid the putrid stench coming from his saddlebags, I steadied myself against Boomer and stared up at the one cooling tower off in the distance, grinning widely. Okay, so if those are bomb shadows over there, then depending on the distance the blast could've been anywhere from a ground detonation to about, say, 500 meters, yield-dependent. Unless they were aiming for the factory for whatever reason, probably was just a general population-targeted missile, meaning it would've been anywhere from, say, 500 kilotons yield to 2.5 megatons yield, if those films Dad got from his old Stable are right... sometimes, I can't help but wonder if I know too much about this stuff to be able to make guesses like this.



The half-track jumped as it hit another bump, the small engine inside groaning and protesting loudly as we continued along. Static throttled her back a little, a sharp, chill breeze coming in from behind us - yeesh, haven't felt a chill like that since we landed in that snowbank. Sitting myself back down, the earth pony in the driver's seat looked back at the mini-tank, chewing on his lip. "That really doesn't sound good... I hope that the mechanic Sulfur knew up here does repairs on things like this."



"We'll take her as far as we can manage to, I don't know about you but I really don't feel like walking or flying the rest of the way there." Static gave a small nod, turning his eyes back to the road. The buildings gave way to small houses for a short while before turning into long overgrown fields, tall grass hiding the road in a small trough as we motored along to the other town. After a while, buildings started to reappear, these appearing a little less age-damaged and a little more bomb-damaged, windows shattered in in uniform manners and roof tiles peeled away from the blast center. Another crisp breeze met us as the grasslands gave way to more closely-built houses, a faint white smoke starting to come out of the back of the mini-tank. Okay, yeah, that definitely can't be good...



Static pulled us over nearby an old service station, myself hopping off of the back with my duffel bag and hovering in the air, looking down at the white, wispy clouds coming out of the back vents. Setting myself down on the pavement, Aerith joined me, Crash Dive and Scouring moving off of the wagon and over to look at the mini-tank with Static. The blue earth pony passed a worried look as he trotted up alongside the side I landed on, myself trotting forwards to look with them. Oh, don't tell me she's broken down already...



Static moved aside as Scouring helped shuffle Boomer forwards a little, clearing the doors on the back and letting us pull them open. A white, fluffy cloud floated up as the steel doors clattered to either side, myself squeezing in close to peer inside this thing. Okay, let's see now... huh, three cylinders, just like Trout's engine but smaller. From there, there's the reactor... no, that looks good too. Huh. How about the link from reactor to the engine then, anything... that's more condensation than there should be right there. Yup, right on that fitting betwen the reactor and engine... great. "I think a gasket's blown through. Leaking from that fitting there, see?"



"Great... so, what're we going to do?" Static scratched at his head, worry apparent on his face. "I mean, it's not like there are a lot of places that manufacture parts, and I kind of doubt we'd have a replacement in the toolbox, too." Letting off a huff, the earth pony leaned over and peered into the inner workings of the mini-tank, a cloud of breath escaping him. Huh, cold enough for that already... as if to reinforce the point, another chill breeze shot by us, Aerith letting out a visible shiver as she held her hat on. Oh yeah, that's right, alicorns probably don't do too well in the cold... Finding clothes for her is gonna be fun. Well, if we're stuck here for a while anyways, might be worth a shot...



"Me and Aerith are gonna go looking around, see if we can't find anything. Worse comes to, we can probably rig a seal or something until we get to Maple Station, right?" Looking between Crash Dive and Static, the earth pony scratched at his head and answered with a shrug while the power armored pegasus was moving for the toolbox. Aerith gave another chill shiver, wrapping her broad wings tight around herself. "We'll try to not go too far. Just going to browse around the houses here, yanno?"



'Just call for us, we should be able to fome find you.' The alicorn put on a smile to hide her chattering teeth, Static pausing for a moment before returning a nod. Spreading my wings out, I took to hovering a few feet off the road beside Aerith, us both nodding to each other and heading for the nearest house. Okay, hm, so if we can't find anything that fits her outright, I'm sure Static or whoever sewed that thing he made me wear could tailor it to fit her. Worst case, we make her a cloak out of some pre-war bedding or something, that seems like it'd work. The door of the first house shut behind us with a small clatter, Aerith breathing a sigh of relief as she didn't have the cold breeze blowing on her any longer.



"Alright, we can worry about a gasket later, you need something other than that hat in this weather. If my dad's story is right, Alicorns don't do too well in the cold... I haven't seen it for myself, but apparently there's an Alicornsicle somewhere along the road between Mooscow and the Emerald Ridge impact site." Aerith's eyes went wide as I said that, holding her large wings a little more tightly against her body as I started to trot around the old pre-war house. Huh, this is actually a pretty nice place, don't see places like this a lot back home... ewuh, from that crossbreeze through the windows, I can only imagine why. Still, get some new glass in, maybe a bit of fixing the tiles on the roof that were torn off by the fury of a balefire bomb blast, it'd be a pretty nice home.



Passing down the central hallway, on the left was a doorway that seemed to lead into the main bedroom, Aerith wasting no time in jumping for the bed and wrapping herself tightly in the old, degrading covers. Well, can't really blame her. Myself releasing a small chuckle as she seemed to wrap herself up like a butterfly in a cocoon, I moved towards the closet, opening the door with a small clatter and lots of squeaks. Ech, sounds like somepony hasn't oiled this thing in years... good point eyes, this is a closet door in an abandoned pre-war house, after all. Brain, you're fired. Peering inside the closet, I was met with what I assumed were cllthes at one point, now covered in a massive mess of cobwebs and things that I hope were dead carcasses. I think the door even answered with a 'nope' when I shut it.



"Okay, no regular clothes here that anypony in their right mind would want. Let's try another house... and maybe firebomb this one." Aerith blunk a few times, looking up from her comforter cocoon as I quickly tried to distance myself from the closet. Firebomb, balefire egg, megaspell, anything'd do. I think I might have an incendiary grenade or two for Thumper, too, so that could work... Well, once Aerith gets out, I can see to it. Just, yeah, that's a whole lotta nope in there. The alicorn lifted herself with a small look of disappointment on her face, wrapping the blanket around her body best that she could, if at the loss of the use of her wings. Well, least it's something.



'This should actually work well for me, it's certainly big enough and I can probably fashion some kind of jacket or something if we can find some scissors and thread. Warm 'n cuddly, too.' Why did an alicorn saying that last part sound really weird to me? Ehm, forget it, if she says she can make a jacket for herself out of it, I'm not gonna stop her. As we made way towards the front of the house again, the off-color glint of the door of a fridge caught my attention, myself moving over to it - well, it would just be rude to go scavenging through houses and not at least check for Sparkle-Cola. Can't leave it here, especially - I don't want to know what'd happen if whatever made those cobwebs got into strontium 90.



Giving the handle of the door a good tug, the contents inside clattered on the metal shelves, my eyes falling to a small group of bottles filled with a deep caramel liquid. Mmmm, Sparkle-Cola... wait, is it? Huh, that's a... different, bottle design. Reaching in, I pulled one of them out, looking it over - brushing a bit of dust off, the label still read Sparkle-Cola, so that's comforting. The bottle was more bulbous-shaped than usual, and sported four little extensions near the bottom that kind of... oh, that is freakin' adorable. Sparkle-Cola bottles shaped like bombs, I am totally bringing as many of these as I can carry back home to dad. He'll get a chuckle out of these, hell, I might even hear him squee... once I get back to him. If I get back to him...



Taking the other two bottles and letting them fall into my saddlebags, we both stepped back out into the town, Aerith moving for the next house before stopping abruptly, looking at something on her muzzle. Just about to hover up to see what she was looking at for myself, I got my own answer in the form of a white flake falling out of the sky in front of me, followed by another, and another. Snow... goddesses Celestia and Luna above, when was the last time I saw snow? It's been too long... I set myself down, Aerith moving forwards after a moment with myself trailing her, heading for the next house.



Same deal as the first, huh. Must've been one of those cookie-cutter neighborhoods, or something... eh, makes scavenging easier. Okay, stop one, fridge... aw, only one bottle this time. But hey, Sparkle-Cola is still Sparkle-Cola~ Shutting the door with a loud slam, Aerith triumphantly returned with another comforter rested on her back, and a small pair of scissors. She smiled weakly, snipping them in the air a few times. 'Not the best thing for this, but it's at least something. Now we just need a needle and thread.'



"Hey, not like we can just take them to Cross Stitch's place to have them tailored for you. Then again, he'd probably spend way too long making you a more proper outfit to wear instead." Letting off a small chuckle, Aerith returned a confused look as we headed for the front door again, myself trailing off. Oh, right, she's never met him... nobody down here knows anyone up there besides us. I bit at my lip lightly as another chill breeze picked up, carrying with it a few flurries of snow.



The third house on the street seemed to've handled the bomb a little better, one of the windows just seemed cracked with age rather than by an explosion, Aerith opening up the door with a small creak on it's hinges. Glancing around, a small toy Sparkle-Cola wagon caught my eye, prompting a small chuckle - heh, all it needs to be is buried in a snowbank along the Trotisk-Mooscow route, next to an equally emptied out Sunrise Sarsaparswilla wagon. Aerith had vanished to somewhere else in the house, the sounds of drawers being opened and shut filling the air as I moved over to the fridge again, this time a little more slowly. Four bottles... good, that, that's great...



Releasing a soft sigh, I began trotting through the rest of the house, the eight bomb-bottles of Sparkle-Cola clinking in my duffel bag as I made way down the hallway. Some small plastic things clattered in the main bedroom, myself pausing in front of a half-decayed sliding door, hastily thrown open wide at some point years ago. Looking about the room, the wide hole in the roof caught my attention most prominently, the decaying wallpaper and fallen posters telling that it's probably been there for a long while. Carefully trotting forth over the rubble, I peered up through it - huh, yanno, you probably could've seen the mushroom cloud from here.



Taking a few more steps forwards, my hoof kicked against something metal laying on the floor, my attention drawn to it. Hey, it's one of those old metal trench hats, isn't it? Always thought those things looked kinda neat... Eh, nopony else is gonna use it. Besides, I could probably do with something to cover up my head when the bullets start flying and explosions start going off again, if we wind up running into those Mercenaries. Leaning down to pull it from the fallen debris, it seemed to stick, myself eventually able to work a hoof under it after kicking off a few roofing boards and prying it out. Sure doesn't look that dented, at lea-...



A small, off-white object met my eyes as I looked down past the helmet. Vacant holes remained where there were once eyes, small cracks formed either from age or from impacts in the upper dome, myself frozen but drawn in frightened curiosity. Tracing down the figure, the shoulderblades had extra joints coming from them, the left group kept intact while the right was shattered underneath a large piece of roof, prompting my own wings to tighten against my sides.



After a moment frozen, I set the helmet back down to cover the foal's skull, leaving it silently and stepping for the doorway. Aerith met me there, flashing up a screen as she tilted her head towards myself. 'Found a sewing kit. You feeling alright? You look kind of pale.' Blinking a few times, I looked up at her, seeing the small metal tin in her magic and another comforter on her back, giving her a small nod in response. She headed towards the doorway, and I followed behind, the chilling breeze feeling even colder as we headed back for the group. Not really doing so much as watching myself do it, I turned on my Pip-buck's radio, hoping for something to pull my mind off of it.



"Tell me true, tell me why, was Tia crucified?

Was it for this that daddy died?

Was it you, was it me?

Did I watch too much TV?

Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?



If it wasn't for the stripes,

having coal to fuel our lights,

the mines would still be open all the time.

And it can't be much fun for them,

beneath the firey sun,

with all their foals committing suicide.



What have we done?

Luna, what have we done?

What have we done,

to Equestria?



Should we shout?

Should we scream?

Whatever happened to the post-war dream?



Oh Luna, Luna what did we do?"



I stayed silent as they finally fixed the engine, and we got moving once more.



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"Alright, it's not perfect but it'll do for tonight. Mostly intact, anyways..." A small layer of snow blanketed the ground as we pulled up to a sizable brick building, Aerith having bundled herself up in the comforters as she sat in the back wagon. A chill breeze blew around us, carrying thick flakes with it, the earth pony resting back in the driver's seat of the half-track and pulling up his umbrella, popping it open. Huh, clever... "I'll pull the mini-tank inside one of the garages if you can find a vacant one, just open up the door for me."



Answering him with a nod, I flicked on the light of my legputer, hopping off the back of the half-track and heading for the side entrance to the building. Holding my foreleg up to the door, a faded emblem came into view on it's front, myself brushing a small layer of snow off of it to read it better; 'Gemdale Fire Company.' Certainly hope they were for putting out fires... The door creaked open after a few hard shoves, myself moving into the large garage, looking over the lightless area. Well, at least the first door should have room. Heading over to it, heavy hoofsteps met my ears from the other doorway, my own hooves reaching for the handle at the bottom of the large door and giving it a tug. Guh, stupid rusted joints...



"'ere, let me get this for ye." A magic aura encompassed the handle, and bottom of the door, Scouring smiling back at myself from the entrance as he pulled the garage door open, myself flying to the side and watching as Static pulled the mini-tank inside. Two lines of snow were left from the tracks as they came to rest on the concrete, the thin slit of light from the headlight illuminating the far wall as the red eyes of Crash Dive's helmet looked towards me, the power armored pegasus hopping off the wagon. Scouring kept his horn lit as he dropped the garage door back into place, looking around the station. "Hell, think we could get the lights on in here? Or at least somethin' better than this?"



"These places usually have their own generators like back at Jericho Beach, right? For, uh, just so everything's got power if the grid goes down." Static scratched at his head as he leaned back in the half-track, shaking some snow off of the umbrella as Aerith unbundled herself from one of the comforters. Her large horn illuminated the whole area in a deep bluish glow, affording us a better look at the contents for the moment. Well, looks like they left one of the fire wagons behind, at least... "Hey, maybe if it's small enough we could take it back. Right?"



"One step at a time, Static. Let's focus on getting through tonight first, hope the storm doesn't get worse by tomorrow." Passing him a weak smile, Crash Dive trotted over to myself as Scouring headed back to the wagon, Aerith picking up an old broom from the corner and starting to sweep the floor. Well... hey, it's something, at least. Giving a nod to the power armored pegasus, we both headed for a doorway near the back, starting to trot through the rest of the station. Alright, so if I were a generator...



"I don't... I don't think you should leave, if we can find a generator that we can bring back." Crash Dive's voice stopped me as we stood inside a small hallway along the back of the station. She looked back to the door we'd just come through, before nodding to keep moving. "At least, not yet, anyways. Not before we're sure the rest of my squadron are dead. They're trained to kill anything on the surface, and if those Harriers handle anything like Vertibucks then they've got the training for flying them already."



"But, what about all the anti-aircraft guns we've been giving out all over the place? The towns can handle themselves against them, right?" Okay, that did come out a little more selfish than I meant it to, but still. The Seaddler kind of proved those guns are still pretty damn effective... "Look, I know they're a threat, but we've given the wasteland around here better tools to deal with them. I know it's selfish, but... I want to go home, Crash Dive. I want to go back to my dads, my home, I want to... I just want things to go back to being normal."



Sniffling in a breath, I rubbed at my eyes with a hoof - stupid dusty pre-war buildings, making my eyes water up. Crash Dive was silent for a moment as we continued onwards, stopping in front of a door at the end of the hallway. The power-armored pegasus let off a sigh, dropping her head. "I know how you feel. Do you think I wanted to abandon everypony I knew to wage war against the surface ten years ago? Do you think I -wanted- to be drafted into the armed forces, broken and trained like they needed me to be? The Enclave made me leave my home, take it as my new one..." With a swift kick of her metal-clad hoof, the lock of the door, and the doorframe, disintegrated, revealing a large metal box on a concrete pedestal in the room. She set her hoof back on the floor, letting out a soft sigh. "At least you have a home to go back to."



Trotting inside the room, the form of the generator took up the majority of the space, myself holding my pip-buck up to it to better see it's details. Crash Dive trotted along the opposite side, quiet, us both meeting near the back of it. "The reason... the reason I don't think you should leave, the Valkyrie is the only thing that can really combat them effectively. It's got the armament for it, and not to mention those megaspells if we can catch them wherever they're landed. Anti-aircraft guns are only effective if they can open fire on a target before they get blown up."



"That's... great. Would you believe me if I told you the reason we would up crashing down here was because Static had gotten us both vertibuck piloting lessons, and we managed to crash the one we were inside into a snowbank?" Giving her a weak chuckle, her red visor stared back at myself in the darkness, her jaw hung agape before closing into the very hints of a smile. She reached a hoof up and pulled a lever on the back of the generator, it humming to life loudly and filling the room with light. "In my defense, it was going just fine up until Static tried taking control of the bird from me. Hate to know where we'd have wound up if he managed to take the Valkyrie off back at Sunrise Castle."



"Earth ponies haven't any business flying, if they were meant to they'd be pegasi." Crash Dive answered with a small chuckle, pulling her helmet off as I likewise flicked the light of my pip-buck screen down. Trotting out to the garage once more, Aerith had spread one of the comforters out on the ground, geting to work with the other two in fashioning a jacket for herself with Static's help, Scouring rummaging around in the back of the wagon. A few bedrolls dropped off of the back, the unicorn unrolling them as Static lifted himself to his hooves, trotting over.



"Well, it looks like we're set. This place even has working heating, felt the vents start up when you turned on the generator. You want to get things settled here, me and Scouring're gonna try to find if this place has a kitchen with anything in it." Returning him a nod, he trotted by as the power armored unicorn followed him, myself moving to rest on the spread-out heavy blanket. Alright, 9:30 at night, gonna be sleeping here, and we're about a day's worth of travel from Maple Station after exploring that bomb impact zone... wonder how the Radio KAOS signal is out this way. Or... huh, Maple Station Local Broadcast. Let's see what that holds...



"-and we are here today because of the grand ponies who've sacrificed so much for our way of life. Though it's different than what we were accustomed to in years past, the fact remains that we have so much to be thankful for as citizens of Equestria, pony, zebra, sand dog or gryphon alike. It is their sacrifices that have ensured that, as this old number goes, There'll always be an Equestria." Huh, mare's voice, sounds pretty damn familiar if I had to say anything about it. The voice swapped out with a rather obvious ghoul, the gravelly voice legible through the speaker, if only just.



"That was the great Dame Vera Lynn making her pre-concert address as she did so many decades before, remembered in history as the forces' sweetheart she's now become the wasteland's sweetheart just as well. Something uplifting for everyone out there in the cold, a reassurance that even with bombs, destruction, and death, There'll Always be an Equestria."



"I give you a toast, Stallions and Gentlemares,

I give you a toast, Stallions and Gentlemares!

May this fair land we love so well,

in dignity and freedom dwell!

Though worlds may change and go awry,

While there is one voice to cry!



There'll always be an Equestria,

While there's a country lane,

Wherever there's a cottage small

Beside a field of grain.

There'll always be an Equestria,

While there's a busy grove,

Wherever there's a turning wheel,

A million marching hooves!"



Huh, wouldn't have pegged Vera as one for singing patriotic songs... then again, only ever heard We'll Meet Again... Thanks, dad.



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"Why's it still glowing? I haven't even had any RAD since we'd come up here... I think..." Rubbing at my eyes, I gave a long yawn as my pip-buck illuminated the upper hallway of the fire station, trotting along back to the bunkroom from the bathroom. At least the toilets still work here... and it's also a good thing that we found the bunkroom in the first place, even with the heating I don't want to spend the night on a cold concrete floor. Gave Static the space to turn the half-track and wagon around, at least. Passing by the windows, the cold expanse outside reflected in bluish light from the moon, myself letting out a soft sigh - forgot how beautiful the moonlight on snow is.



Pausing for a moment to stare out at the snowy wasteland beyond, a hint of movement caught my eyes as something came out in front of the fire hall. Blinking a few times and wiping away a bit of fog from the window, I peered towards the thing down below, a black form in the fresh blanket of snow on the ground. Scratching at my head for a moment, I looked down at my legputer - 5:43 AM. Weird time for there to be animals out, especially in this weather. Looking back, a second form met the first, along with a third, the third one carrying something that seemed to glow a sickly greenish-yellow color. As the third one passed it over to the first, and the first then took it and stuck it inside a half-pipe sort of thing, and then hefted the pipe-thing onto it's shoulder... "OH, FUCK ME!"



The whole building shook as the balefire egg impacted against the garage door below, myself ducking as some of the windows shattered inwards from the blast before darting down the hallway. Crash Dive was the first one up and at attention, Static having fallen out of his bunk as I rushed over to my duffel bag, grabbing Thumper. Okay, they're shooting balefire eggs, then let me give them a solar burst fuck you right back... "What the hell exploded?! Night Strike, what's going on?" The earth pony scrambled to get himself out of his bedding, standing up straight as I snapped Thumper's breech shut, Scouring and Aerith rousing awake as well.



"I don't know who they are, I just know that they just sent a balefire egg wake-up call at the garage door outside and that's enough for me to figure they aren't exactly friendly neighbors." Aerith had slipped herself into her makeshift jacket as Scouring unfolded Sunburst, Crash Dive already pushing into the hallway and looking down out of the window with her rebar cannon at the ready. Scouring and Aerith moved to meet her, and I was just about to follow suit when a blue-coated hoof reached out to catch my shoulder. Looking back, I was greeted with the sight of Static with his mouth bit down on the handle of a fire axe. Uh... probably not the best time for a swordfighting lesson, Sparky!



Pulling the large axe from his mouth, Static glanced over at the three by the windows as they took up positions, Aerith's machine gun and rifle's outlines glimmering in the night. Well, they shot first... "If you have one of those bigger grenades loaded, probably would be best if we get the drop on them. The rest create a distraction and we can sneak to the back, I'll bust down the door in the commotion and you can fly up to do what you need to." Ooh, sneaky strike tactics, Strikey likey~ Answering him with a nod, we started moving down the hallway, Static keeping himself low so he wouldn't be seen in the windows and myself following suit. He gave a rough instruction of 'cause a distraction for us' to them as we reached the end, and the stairwell, giving one last glance outside before shaking a hoof towards them - well, as a signal I guess it works. Did what it needed to, anyways.



The sounds of gunfire erupted from the shattered windows as Static landed at the bottom of the stairwell with the axe, steadying himself on his hooves with it before starting to chop at it madly. The door readily splintered with the force, some explosions erupting from out front as they kept up the fire, myself waiting for Static to clear the door before shooting out into the nighttime air. Looping up and over the building with Thumper in hoof, I hovered in the air, watching as the snow out front became pock-marked with craters and bullets, a few more figures having come out to play. One of them rushed to the side of the one with the Balefire Egg launcher, carrying another of the greenish-yellow crystals, myself bringing Thumper to my shoulder and peering down the sight. About fifteen, seventeen meters off the ground, say a little less than a hundred meters to the target at this range... hardly have to compensate at all. Flash, bam, alakazam and good-bye...



Thumper let out his usual thump as the black and gold round cleared his muzzle, the figures having a second to realize they were about to have a very bad day before it seemed like one took the 40mm ball of fun death to the face - specifically, the one holding one of Kindness' uglier sisters. Oh, I always say I love derping baddies in the face with high explosives, but it's oodles more fun when I'm actually able to pull it off... He and his ammo lackey quickly vanished in a brilliant white flash, a few screams heard before they were deafened by the reverberating explosion from the little bomb. I let loose a stupid giggle as the heat pulse warmed my body inside my jacket, riding the shockwave on my wings for a meter or two before hovering back, the blinding flash fading away into a snowy mushroom cloud. Oh, I love my job.



Landing on the roof as the fireball cooled and illuminated the area in a softer light, I swear I saw a pair of the baddies already flying off into the distance as Aerith, Crash Dive and Scouring mopped up the rest. Black armor, flight, one hell of a grudge against us... Yeah, I don't think it takes a rocket surgeon to guess who they were. Sheesh, they must have the worst luck, this is the third time we've blown them away? Fourth? Ah, who's counting... Hope they got the hint this time.



Taking off again and landing at the back door, I was greeted with Static laying inside the landing against the wall, hugging the old fire axe to himself as he panted and let of stupid chuckles inbetween. I wore a small smirk, watching as he pulled himself back to his hooves. "You really just wanted to smash a door down with a fire axe, didn't you?"



"H-hey, you get to make your own doors with that thing all the time, can't I have a moment every now and again?" Answering him with a small chuckle, the rest of the group met us downstairs, Static heading for the door that led into the garage. Flicking on the lights - well, what was left of them, anyways - revealed the door next to the one that we'd come in by was completely blown in by the blast, it having crushed and warped around the fire wagon that was inside the other bay. Good thing they aimed for that one... the earth pony rushed to the mini-tank, looking it over for any signs of damage. After trotting around it, and tossing his axe onto the back, he hopped himself into the driver's seat, myself moving up to Boomer. Oh, thank Celestia you're alright, baby... The engine of the mini-tank seemed to try to start for a moment, before something underneath the back exploded with a loud pop, hot steam jetting from vents and making Static quickly switch the mini-tank off again. Pushing steam clouds away from myself, I wore a grimace, which the earth pony returned.



"Well... that's not good."









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