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I quickly made my way to where Twintails was standing next to the lowered door, holding his head groggily as he rose back to his hooves. Sheesh, how big of an impact would it take to actually destroy that thing? Buzzy and Featherweight followed closely behind, the little filly visibly shaken from the shockwave of the blast. I looked through the large hole where wall once was, following his gaze upwards. My jaw fell down as I looked upon the Pegasus, her skin hanging off of her hind leg loosely, revealing her blood stained bone. She was clearly panicked, somehow managing to flap herself around the room with her damaged wings. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! She darted this way and that, double checking all the things on the wall, some of which looked very delicately made.

I quickly rummaged through my saddlebags, pulling out my copy of Rustys Electronics. I flipped to the back, revealing the black & white picture of the authors; a dark grey earth pony with her hair pushed back by a band, and with a hoof around the shoulder of a lighter grey Pegasus. The caption benath the picture read, Author: Rusty Wrench (left) with her sister and co-owner of R&G Manufacturing, Greasy Gears (right). I looked back up at the Pegasus who was still inspecting pieces of metal. Sure, she was missing some hair and muscles were showing, but the two were unmistakably the same. Um… G-Greasy Gears? I asked.

The Pegasus turned to me, freezing for a moment. W-What? Why do you know my name?? Who are you ponies!? She spouted off, backing away from us. Featherweight raised an eyebrow to Twintails, who only shrugged in response. Greasy dropped the collection of stuff she was carrying, trying to bolt past us. Featherweight simply put a hoof up, letting her run into it and bounce back. Whatre you going to do? Torture me for information? Im not giving you any!! She jumped to her hooves, getting into a defensive stance.

C-Calm down, I said. Were not with Zebras. We were looking for… lift motors, right, that. We werent really expecting anypony to still be alive down here. I guess our entrance didnt exactly help our argument. Greasy calmed down a bit, but was still twitchy. So, ah, how long have you been down here? I asked, looking around the room. Various mechanisms lined the walls, none of which suffering visible damage, aside from a few scratches from flying rubble. They ranged from what looked like advanced weaponry to simple modifications to manufacturing devices. I trotted up to a set of bronze wings. And… my Celestia, what are these? I grinned as my eyes studied the sharp blades as they shimmered a bit in the light, the shiny surface clouded by dust from age.

H-hey, dont touch those! She said, rushing over to push me away from them. Those are Rustys! Shed kill me if she- Greasy stopped short, her degraded ears falling back a little. If she were… She sighed. My grin faded as I looked at her. We stood silent for a moment before Greasy continued. The bunker initiated the automatic lockdown when the first bomb hit, she was out gathering a few more schematics. We managed to get most of them, but… The ghoulified pegasus' voice trailed off. We stood in silence for a bit, none of us wanting to be the one to break it. Greasy looked back at us, her eyes seeming a bit dampened, and distant. Did… did we win?

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