“Oh Zecora, thank you for the wonderful tea,” Twilight mused over a ceramic cup.

“You are welcome for the tea, my friend and purple pon-y,” The creative zebra said in rhythm.

Twilight sat in silence, and Zecora went to clean up the dishes they had used.

“You know, Zec-”

WHAM!

A loud noise startled Twilight and Zecora, who ran outside to find a silver, cone-shaped hunk of metal fly out of the ground, and land 10 feet away from the hole it exploded from.

“What in Celestia’s name…” Twilight said, and then approached the device.

“Be careful my little pony, for you know not what it could be.”

Twilight stepped over the hole it had erupted from, and looked closely at the silver hull. It had only one externally visible feature. A small block of text inlaid on the shell.

Twilight had one reaction to this.

“What.”