The ground maybe a hundred meters away split open like a hatching egg. The footpath and everything around it was torn in half right down the middle, spreading further and further apart. Sarah could see white light beneath, and the plain gray walls of what was unmistakably a drydock. There’s our ticket in. Launch bay like that would have security, but probably not the kind that would shoot at unarmed civilians. Didn’t Governor Lucky still have an order on the books that Forerunner couldn’t kill ponies? 