In today's writing decisions, evidently what this equestrian space program needs is a hard-drinking chemical engineer from Glorious People's Sovyet of Stalliongrad.

'Cause you can't go to space without appropriate accents and excessively dangerous liquid fuel, now can you?

If and when the Equestrian Space Program plot arc gets going and runs long enough, I should totally ask the artist if I can use this for an illustration, because I don't find it hard at all to imagine this particular school of hull decor meeting, shall we say, proper standards of fabulosity:

(Found via Reddit here:

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