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Everyone in that cold, underground room shared my look of disbelief - but, I bet, not my particular feeling of excitement - as Fringe pointed an armor-clad hoof out at the wide, angled front of the beautiful, turreted, tracked behemoth. Slowly I trotted about to the side of the massive white-painted beast, the heavy, wonderfully functional Balefire Egg Launcher mounted upon my back forcing me to shift about my weight as I moved. Ooooh, somepony please buck me upside the head, I so must be dreaming right now. My own BEL, a mess of balefire eggs, and now… an entire tank! A really stupid grin was on my muzzle as I spread my wings and gave them a flap… a few flaps… okay, downside to the BEL, flight is not exactly an optimal mode of transport with it. At least I managed to get up off of the ground far enough with it to set myself down on the long back, the dust blowing about from by flapping making for a more than slightly obscuring cloud for Minty and Nikolai, who’d moved around to see exactly what I was up to. Sorry boys, curiosity can’t wait!
 
“What the right hell is a tank doing on an airbase? Let alone one of these things…” Fringe grunted loudly as the doors on the front section of the ridiculously long tank swung open with a creak, myself climbing up onto the top of the gun-turret thing and looking down at the barrel. By the goddesses, that thing was almost as big as my hoof! As I turned, the back end of the BEL struck against a metal wire or something sticking out, making it produce an honestly rather comical ‘boioioing’ sound as it settled once more. As I turned to see what it exactly was, my back hoof tapped against a metal plate that seemed a good deal more hollow than the rest of the turret - well, weird palce for a weak spot, I would think. Come on Equestrian engineers, can’t make a tank without it having a… is that a handle? Is this a hatch? Is this…
 
“Uh, Twintails? I, um, I think we found what this thing fires…” Minty seemed rather hesitant in his voice as a crate of four brass cylinders was levitated up onto the long metal back and set down, each one of the rounds carefully held and spaced by a sort of foam material. I swear I recognize that stuff on the ends… pulling the top section of the carrying foam off, the actual bullet sections of the tank rounds was revealed. Honestly, if I keep on getting good surprises like this, I swear my heart’ll stop from the excitement alone. Minty let off a sigh, shaking his head and adjusting his glasses, hefting himself up to meet alongside myself. “I guess you weren’t the first pony absolutely crazy about balefire eggs after all. What’s next, a balefire egg hoof grenade?” Yanno, that actually didn’t sound like such a bad-“Don’t you even think about it.”