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// Don't Rush Perfection Darling 
// Story: My Little Space Empire: Mechs are Magic 
// by Wheezyandbreezy 
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Twilight Sparkle sat in a simulated sniper blind next to Rarity. She looked through a pair of binoculars at the training dummies as they made their rounds. The others had buggered off long ago. Twilight made a mental note that they'd been squatting in the same position for twelve hours now. That was excessive even for her. She telepathically talked with her fellow psychic. "Rarity the shot has presented itself 4967 times in the last twelve hours. It would be nice if you would explain what the delay is for."

Rarity had, as is right and proper, taken her eyes off of the scope of every few minutes as not to scar her retina. "Thirty four seconds ma'am." 

Twilight raised an eyebrow. "What happens in thirty four seconds?"

"The most optimal shot will occur in 23 seconds." Rarity thought. Twilight looked slightly deeper into her mind and saw that the fifth dummy's rotation synchronized every forty over minutes with the first dummy. The second and fourth dummy's synchronized every five minutes, but the third dummy was stationary so the other two groups had to synchronize with it. 

Twilight rubbed her tired eyes. "Rarity I have enough faith in your ability to take multiple shots."

Rarity didn't move a muscle, but instead spoke to Twilight in her mind. "Ma'am any of the dummies can raised the alarm and we will fail the mission. The best way to." She took three shots in quick succession and the synthetic voice chimed in from the ceiling, "SIMULATION COMPLETE." The simulation faded around them and Rarity stood up and stretched her sore muscles. "Excuse me. People can't raise an alarm if they're dead." She strutted away and let her hips sway as she walked. S.P.I.K.E. manifested beside Twilight with little pink hearts in his eyes as he watched her walk away. Twilight had decided she'd seen enough. She made a note on her tablet and the motor pool got yet another mech commission.

"Give that bitch a cannon. Bitches love cannons."