(Story extract)
 
“Mother of Celestia!” The TOG came to an easy rolling stop outside of the Plasma Spaz, Nikolai and Greasy having stepped outside the door to see what the commotion was. I unlatched the driver-side doors, swinging them open and into the snowy air, leaning back and wearing a grin, looking out the driver-side door. Greasy looked along the length of the massive tank in astonishment, a set of power armor levitated out to the zebra stood beside her in an aura of teal magic. I let off a small chuckle, watching their reactions, Greasy’s especially. “What… but… where in the name of Celestia did you get a functioning Ministry of Wartime Technology experimental design like this!? Goddesses above, it’s… it’s even got the mark of ‘The Old Gang’ on the doors!” Myself and Minty blinked as she moved up to get a closer look at the side doors, the latches clattering on the outside of the tank as she pressed the door against it.
 
“The Old Gang… so that’s what it stands for. Huh, we’ve just been calling it the TOG.” I shrugged, the ghoulified pegasus eagerly sticking her head inside the doorway to look at the interior. Like a filly in a candy shop… she let off a loud squee, hopping inside and clambering past Minty to look at the reactor and turbine setups. I scratched idly at the back of my head, Minty moving forth and hopping out of the tank, him and Nikolai both entering the Plasma Spaz as Greasy fawned over the tank’s drive systems.
 
“Ooh hohoho, sweet goddesses above, this is so amazing. Electro-mechanical drive with a mark 20 high-efficiency arcane reactor, torsion bar suspension, and is that a Royal Equestrian Ordinance QF 17-pound gun in the turret? And it fires balefire egg shells for ammunition?! How did they ever figure out how to prevent breech detonations, this is… this… oh my Celestia…” The ghoulified pegasus wobbled upon her hooves for a moment, giggling faintly before falling to the side, thankfully onto the lowered cots. Blinking a few times, I lifted from the driver’s chair, trotting myself over to her. She mumbled and giggled weakly, a bit of her mane glinting in the light. Leaning forth for a closer look, the polished emerald of the familiar headband caught my eye, giving me a moment’s pause. She was wearing her sister’s headband… I felt the urge to squeeze the plushie of Gamma Ray closer against myself just then. How easy it was to lose everything you love…