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“Horseton... we have a problem.”
When she removed the cover, two bits of crystal floated up along with it. More fragments of crystal clung to the mounting point, which apparently had been just a little too close to the cover. Dragonfly reached out with a hoof, plucked the mount, and noted the unacceptably large range of play in what ought to have been a rigid, solid bracket.
“Horseton,” she said, knowing nobody could hear her, “we have a problem.”
A somewhat worse than average accident, from the fanfic Changeling Space Program.
