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“Hey Metal-head!” yelled Fleetfoot. “I need a tune-up” she dumped her suit on the desk. The person behind the desk, a 19 year old guy with a windblown blue and gold hair. “Again Flatfoot? You really need to be more careful with these things! They are a marvel of magic-tech interface. Developed by Tw-” “‘Twilight Sparkle herself’” fleetfoot drawled on. “I don’t know why you are so fascinated by her, Trik. you are just as smart.” Trik started working on her suit, taking out a screwdriver. “Sure i may know a thing or two about magic-tech interfaces but nowhere NEAR the level of Miss Sparkle.” he said, smiling, he popped open the back, took out the burnt out power cell, replacing it with another and putting the burnt out one in his desk. “You just burnt out the battery. Try not to overuse the jetpack again.” fleetfoot smiled, taking the suit back. “No promises. You heading home? Day shift is over.” “nah. I got some work to catch up on” trik replied. “Ok. don’t overwork yourself” Fleetfoot then left, closing the door. Trik then let out a sigh, opening the top of his desk. Inside were 5 pieces of tech: a helmet with a cord attached to the back, a silver visor in the front and a high altitude air filter, a chestplate looking piece of machinery with a socket in the back and two slots next to the socket, a pair of legs with 2 things that, at first glace looked like empty metal knife holsters, a pair of metal wings and, the thing he was most proud of, a cylindrical power cell that had a bit of magic mixed in to supply what electricity could not. “well, maybe now I can see if this thing works”