(Story extract)
 
Finally getting out of my gun-induced stupor - again - I picked myself up, giggling stupidly and rubbing my hooves over the barrels of the autocannons, moving back to the breeches and glancing down at the ammo. Okay, thirty seven mil instead of forty mil, but damnit, they were still huge rounds, though! Open fire with one of these things and whatever’s at the other end of it won’t be around for much longer, for sure. The doors creaked as Static pushed them open, a cool breeze meeting us both as he stepped into the adjacent hangar. Looking over one of the huge rounds in my hoof, I trotted over to meet him, standing beside him in a matched silence as I finally got a look into this hangar.
 
It was completely empty.
 
“Uh… Static, am I seeing what you’re seeing?” Trotting out further into the hangar - and waving a hoof out in front of myself, in case it was invisible stuff - the earth pony beside me letting off small, uncertain groans. Upon reaching the center of the hangar, the black smears on the ground finally caught my attention, myself hovering up a short ways to get a better look. Four pairs of two blackish marks, looks like somepony put flamethrowers to them. Or… I swear I’ve seen something like these somewhere before…