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The rest of us followed in behind the earth pony as he trotted forth, the high windows of the railshed casting the soft yellow light far across the snowy yard as we approached. Some music muffledly played out inside, the idle clanking of tools against metal following with it along with intermittent coughing and grunts, and occasional laughter. Static gave an uncertain glance back to us as we stepped up to the side door, pushing it open to be met with the sound of several ghouls singing. “Hush, there goes a whiz-bang, and it’s makin’ straight for you! And you’ll see all the wonders of no-stallion’s land if a whiz-bang - hits you!” The railshed broke out into some pleasant laughter, if in several raspy ghoul voices, anyways, Static moving over towards the mini-tank beside Avery while I took it upon myself to get a better look at the other tanks. Ooh, now that one looks neat… is that a 17-pounder?
 
“Aye, hey boys, ‘ere’s the group I was tellin’ about!” Mad Jack’s head poked up out of Avery’s driver hatch, a grin across his muzzle. I returned it as he climbed up out of the tank, myself landing over by him, getting a better look at the other vehicles around, and the ghouls tending to them. Mad Jack let off a small laugh as he rested a hoof around my neck, waving over to the rest of the hangar. “C’mon, they won’t bite and your crates can handle a break in being tuned, introduce yourselves, eh?” I let off a weak chuckle, Mad Jack wearing a grin before blinking and pulling his foreleg off of me, releasing a weak chuckle of his own. Kay, let’s hope intros go smoothly otherwise.