(Story extract)
 
Small squeaks filled the air as Scouring’s magic encompassed large bolt heads, starting to slowly twist the rusted things out of the deck of the ship, myself looking over the boxes of ammunition with Aerith. Cracking one open, the tarnished brass casing of a beautiful 40mm APHE shell met my view, myself pulling it out and tossing it in my hooves. Hm, very nice, no damage on the primer, powder… cordite load seems like it’s still in good condition, shell’s not in bad shape either. We do need some to replace the ones Static shot off in the Valkyrie… hope it’s a general shell type. Setting the long bullet back into the box, Aerith’s black screen came into view, along with a worried look on her face.
 
‘Might have a small problem. This plaque says the whole turret weighs at least three tons.’ I blunk a few times, pausing and trotting over to her, her screen following with me. She followed me with her worried expression, pointing a hoof towards the small engraved metal on the side of the turret. ‘The mini-tank weighs just about the same with the trailer, we won’t be able to take it back with us if we bring this along.’
 
“Well… shit.” Scratching at the back of my head, another long bolt clattered against the deck as Scouring undid it, poking his head back up with a small smile. It faded as he caught mine and Aerith’s faces, Static picking himself up and joining in. I let out a small huff, looking up at the massive warship. “Kay guys, got a slight problem. This AA turret weighs three tons, and the mini-tank weighs three tons, and Trout has enough trouble carrying the mini-tank. And it’s getting late. What’re we gonna do?”