(Story extract)
 
“So, I’ve got to ask, um, just out of curiosity… what’s your cutie mark of?” Crash Dive cast me a firm glare as we trotted along, the hills rustling with the wind as the sun began it’s descent. She hasn’t laid a hoof on me yet, I guess she’s still a bit Enclave-programmed, even after so long. What’d she say earlier, ten years alone, or something? She let off a small grunt, looking back at my own flanks for a moment before peering forwards.
 
“I think I should ask you about yours first, I’ve a feeling it’ll be more interesting than mine.” She wore a small smile, her armor whirring slightly as it moved, the black metal over her flanks making small noises as they shifted around. Her helmet clattered as it swung on the barrel of her rebar cannon, glinting sunlight every now and again. “How exactly does a mare like you get an intercontinental ballistic missile for a cutie mark, anyways?”
 
“Heh… oh, these? Now that’s a fun story…” First time I ever put on my own fireworks display, that’s a day to remember. The road was paved for this section, cracked by undergrowth but still mostly recognizable. Probably is one of the few ways left between Maple Creek and the rest of the wasteland… aw, crap, we forgot to check out what that sweet smell was. Eh, we’ll be back there sooner or later… “I was, uh, seven or eight at the time. Twintails and Featherweight brought me along to Pripytrot to check out things there one day, told me to stay in the TOG… I’m a bad listener. And, well, as it turns out, Pripytrot did have a missile base nearby…” Yep… yeah, that was the look I usually get, dumbfounded, surprised stare. Answering Crash Dive with a smirk, we kept moving along, a few houses and buildings coming into view.
 
“Dad said he used one of the missiles to take out the Tsetse back when he was going around with Minty, during the second siege of Pripytrot. Thought he meant he filled one of those cruisers with balefire eggs, but there was the control room and silo readouts plan to see, and lo and behold, one of them was empty. Of course, with all the blinking lights and buttons, well… come on, it’s a big red one in the center of the console and I was a filly at the time, how could I resist?” Letting off a small laugh, Static let off a sigh, placing a hoof to his forehead. Hey, I haven’t killed us yet, have I? “Long story short, I may have launched a megaspell-carrying ICBM, and it may have detonated prematurely. I got my cutie mark, though!”