They found their first body just a little way into the palace—identifiable only because whatever its clothing and implants had been made from was sturdier than flesh. It had clearly been a pony—an adult male, judging by the size of its armor. It had a reinforced skeleton a little like Lucky’s, with occasional wires and a few unidentifiable devices concentrated in what would’ve been the torso. Lucky tried to pick up some kind of weapon, and found it crumbled away in her grip, breaking into several plastic pieces.