The pony looked like Deadlight, just like all the males did. He didn’t sound anything like him, though, speaking with a slight accent. Not that it bothered Lucky—she would’ve understood him just as well if he’d wanted to speak to her entirely in one of Earth’s many “dead” languages. “Equestria uses telegraph for much communication,” he said. “My hacker, Mogyla, has one of the arteries tapped. Forerunner helped us with the technical details of their encoding.” He gestured with his wings. “Stepan could tell you the details, he did it all. We are capturing everything they send. Radio transmissions too, though fewer of those. Still haven’t found their secure lines, so nothing sensitive. But we keep looking.”