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"GOOOOOOOD MORNING, NORTH EQUESTRIAN WASTELAAND!! OW!" The sudden switch from Tom's exhausted, quiet voice over the radio to Hi-Fi's blaring wake-up call was understandably quite jarring. Ooh, come on, I want something other than adrenaline to wake me up some day! Adjusting the volume, some of the residents of the city had begun to move out into the street, Mooscow itself starting to wake up. "You're tuned into CON-EL-RAD radio, six-forty and twelve-forty on your AM band reciever, and you're listening to Bert the Turtle sending a very hearty wake-up call out to all you fine mares and stallions out there. A special shout-out to those mares in metal, stallions in steel, ponies in power armor, all of them out in Pripytrot bravely fighting back whatever it is that's attacking out there. Keep us informed, guys, we want to know whether to pack the hunting rifles or grenade launchers, heh…"

The door opened beside myself, Minty adorned in a rather heavy-looking coat in a soft dark blue with yellow detailings stepping out. I blinked a few times, looking over his new clothes, the augmented unicorn wearing a smile as he moved about and showed it off. "You like? Cross Stitch made it up for me, even has a little pocket for the plush of himself. Really warm and cosy, too~" He let off a light chuckle, the thick fabric shuffling against itself in the air. Giving a glance to the north, he turned back to myself, smiling softly as his breath condensed into the air. Okay, warmness is one practicality box checked, but as I remember stuffing and fabric isn't exactly going to stop bullets. "Well, c'mon. Honestly, I'm looking forwards to putting this whole business with the Doc and Megaspell Mary behind us."

"Where do you think he got the robots, anyways? Those didn't look anything like the ones that were at the RobronCo factory, last time we were there." Idly adjusting the small holster that still held Gamma's Luger, I paused mid-stride, looking at it for a moment. "Hopefully we can figure it out sooner than later. We'll stop by the factory first, maybe pick up something just in case we run into some of them when we press on towards NEAMO. Have a feeling that Jumper cables wouldn't appreciate a balefire egg being thrown at her factory… and my back is starting to kill me." Letting off a small groan and ruffling my wings, Hi-fi's morning broadcast gave way to music, some upbeat orchestral tune. We trotted alongside each other, Minty glancing behind himself and adjusting the contents of one of his new jacket's pockets.

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