(Story Extract)

Well, if we cant find the recipe, Im going to at least find a jug of the syrup to take home. Im sure dad can find some way to turn it into hard candy or something… mmm, Sunrise Sarsaparilla flavored rock candy… As I continued along the catwalk next to the vats, I noticed the lid of one was hanging open widely, something glimmering slightly inside it. I slowed down, walking along the branch of the catwalk to the vat, glancing over and catching Night Strike disinterestedly looking at the walls. Reaching the vat, I peered inside, my eyes widening as I saw a pony in intricate armor floating in the vat, face down.

I bent down and leaned over into the vat, attempting to pull the pony up and onto the catwalk, Scourings horn lighting up to help me. I knew it! Sunrise Sarsaparilla is ponies! Night Strike proclaimed as she watched the body come out, shuddering as she did. The body fell onto the catwalk, the armor sticky from floating in the soda for so long. The armor seemed to be made of some strange thick silky material, a few metal plates covering the chest and legs. A small box was connected to the chestplate and the haunches, a few wires running from it along the length of the body connecting the two. My reflection stared back at me in the shiny orange glass that covered the face of the helmet. What the hell is that? Night Strike said, finally looking down at the body.