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Oh, boy, I'm not gonna hear the end of this from Static, am I? Sharpwing hopped herself back down from the window, trotting back over to the bench where the flying machine's design was laid out, looking it over. Passing a glance to Static, I followed her, looking on, the pegasus deep in thought. "Right... Well, least we should be able to start off building the aircraft's frame, if nothing else. Going to be a bit of a headache for scaling without a proper engine, but I think the one you two pulled out should fit the bill for sizing it out. Hard part is just going to be fitting a fuel source..."



"Nein, ze hard part is going to be getting vhat we need vithout getting blown apart by zose 12.8-centimeter guns!" The bright red unicorn stomped a hoof hard against the ground, the sound echoing through the hangar and geting our attention. He let off a sigh, rubbing his forehead for a moment, before trotting forwards to get a better look at the design as well. 4 rows of 4 cylinders arranged in an 'H' shape, big two-bladed propeller at the back of the, uh, main body, with the tail section supported a few meters away and the wings suspending the thing from the top, and a big stripped-down arcane reactor placed right on top between the wings. I... guess it might be airworthy. Maybe.



Serene's expression slowly shifted from one of frustration to thought as he looked over the hastily-drawn designs, tapping a hoof against his chin. "Actually... hm, zis is a long shot, but ve might be able to use a different type of engine instead. If I remember correctly, ze MWT Kettenkraftfahrzeugs... er, 'Motorbugs', zey use flat eight-cylinder multifuel combustion engines. Zey're all in a lightly-guarded shed, nopony uses zem in their flying machines because nopony vants to bother vith engines like zem, but if we can get ahold of ze fuel shed und enough biodiesel, zen we might have an upper hoof..."



I took a glance towards Static before looking back to the papers, doing some thinking of my own. Well, that should sort us for the engine then, just leaving the fuel and other parts to worry about... multifuel... hm. My eyes turned back to the earth pony, watching as he trotted over to join us. "Static, do we still have that high-proof moonshine you picked up from that one shack somewhere? We might not have to worry too much about fuel in that case, if these engines are actually multifuel. Alcohol's kind of like fuel oil, right?"



"Zat may be just ze thing we need. Vell, zat at least sorts out getting ze engine..." The unicorn took a few steps back, looking to the massive walking tank at the far end of the hangar. He cleared his throat after a moment, looking back towards us sheepishly. "Eheh, ahm, of course, if you vouldn't mind, we could still see about getting access to ze fuel shed. You know, just in case we have a need for..."



Sharpwing let off an audible sigh beside me, shaking her head. "Your fancy walker can wait, Serene, we don't need that much firepower until things really go to clart. Barking 'Prince'... right. You and Static can hang here, refine my design if you have to, get busy, really. I'm going to go with Night Strike and see about getting your own Motorbug back, would imagine they stored it with the others so it's a chance for us to get the engines, too. That work for everypony?"



I answered her with a nod, the whirring of power armor servos catching my ears as Crash Dive trotted herself over, Sharpwing looking to her for a moment. The earthen pegasus blunk a few times before nodding, turning to trot for the door, both myself and Crash Dive following behind. The door shut with a dull thud behind us, the crisp air and biting wind flowing over the mountains chilling our exposed coats some, us both catching up with the pegasus. Brr, sheesh, who'd have thought a runway in a canyon like this could get so windy?



Sharpwing looked behind herself as we caught up, slowly making our way past another few smaller hangars. "Alright, it's just up ahead. Hope the quartermaster isn't going to be givin' us too much trouble for takin' it without a stallion with us..." An exasperated sigh escaped her, the pegasus shaking her head. I scratched at the back of my own with a hoof, Crash Dive looking around at the few structures on the base.



"Yeah, that's one thing I'm a little lost on, why exactly is this place separated like this? Yanno, mares on one side, stallions on the other. Seems... a little stupid." We started to head across one of the landing strips, towards a collection of larger hangars and nicer-looking buildings. A few of the structures appeared to be somewhat like mini-storage bunkers, little earthen huts with concrete fronts and metal doors, a few of them displaying signs for various traders - all of them shut tight.



"Aye, thank the bumrag with that fancy 'Dragon Mare' for it, showed up here one day not long before myself and Serene did. Was goin' on about how stallions are the superior gender, and mares have no place in workin' with their hooves to make somethin' worthwhile, better off workin' in the kitchen. Absolute load of clart if I've ever heard one." The pegasus kicked away the snow in front of her hooves with a huff, leading us on down what I assume was some sort of smaller runway, or something. A peculiar noise had begun filling the air somewhere ahead, myself glancing around for a moment, trying to find it. Sharpwing just let off another sigh, trotting closer to where the edge of the plane-road was. "And that just lets guys like these get parts priority over... well, pretty much everypony else."



The incessant whining soon showed its source, myself having to shield my eyes for a moment as whatever it was rounded the corner, the sun reflecting off of it's exterior almost unbearably brightly. Judging by how the occupants of the... thing let off screams as well, I'm gonna guess that blinding everypony it encounters wasn't the main idea. We simply watched as the strange, boxy vehicle slowly pushed its way past us in the snow, the three stallions inside seeming to bicker over something, a wagon behind them carrying what appeared to be the body from another Motorbug, along with some various wheels and things. Yeah, I'm no expert in air craft, but I kinda think that what they've got isn't exactly the best things they could be using...



Sharpwing watched them drive off for a few moments before continuing on, giving her head a shake. "Not sure what's their deal, suppose they might've gotten a knock in the head or something when they showed up. All three of 'em think they're presenting for some old pre-war television show... They're entertainin' to watch, at least. Don't count on 'em being much of a threat."



"That is a good question, who should we watch out for? I mean, there's bound to be more than one or two other contestants besides us, isn't there?" Crash Dive trotted up beside myself as we mushed on towards some of the other buildings, a large brick one appearing to be a more traditional garage with a set of tracks leading from it. Well, I suppose those three had to've gotten that motorbug from somewhere... Sharpwing stopped outside the door, thinking for a moment.



"Aside from the Dragon Mare and those three, honestly, don't have too much to fret over. A lot of the more experienced aerocraft builders left when Turbine started getting a proper following... or, well, least they tried to. The first things he got on-side were the stallions in charge of the big flak batteries, and..." The earth-colored pegasus let off a sigh, shaking her head, as she stepped in through the side doorway. Yeah, don't need to finish that sentence, I think I can fill in the rest. A shudder escaped me as we pushed into a small reception area, the mare behind the counter looking up nervously.



"O-oh! Oh, good, it's you, ahm..." The receptionist turned herself around, rummaging through some disheveled piles of papers behind her, reading one over every now and again before tossing it aside. Crash Dive pushed herself forwards to the counter beside Sharpwing, the receptionish finally finding a paper she liked and held on to. "U-uh, right, modified MWT Motorbug, arcane reactor variant with wagon and various weapons, content being held for pickup by rightful owner, blue earth pony with silver mane..." Her eyes looked up from the paper, scanning over the three of us, expression dropping. O...kay, yeah, this is gonna be a headache, isn't it?



"U-uh, s-sorry, I can't let you take the motorbug without the original owner being... um... present." Sharpwing passed on a look of annoyance as Crash Dive calmly rested her power armored hooves on the counter, glaring at the mare behind it. She seemed to shrink back, eyes darting from side to side, the slip of paper being held close to her chest. "Y-you know the rules, Sharpwing! T-Turbine said that stallions are the only ones allowed to... to..."



Crash Dive's leg servos whirred as she adjusted herself, the receptionist letting off a frightened squeak. Glaring daggers for a moment, the power armored pegasus smirked, leaning back slightly. "Static is working on his flying machine at the moment, he sent us to get the mini-tank and wagon while he was focused on that. And much like myself, he doesn't like being kept waiting. So, one way or another, we are going to be taking our half-track back now, along with two more - the question is, do you want an unexpected trip to the mare's infirmary today or not?"



The mare behind the counter was frozen for a few moments, Crash Dive lightly tapping her armored hoof against the hard wood. A squeak came from the mare's mouth in response, one hoof shakily passing us the slip of paper while the other moved to flick a switch, the door at the far end of the room opening with a thunk. Crash Dive set herself back down onto the floor and moved to the garage's proper entrance, Sharpwing taking the slip of paper. I followed behind both of them, the receptionist timidly clearing her throat behind me, catching my attention. "Um... t-the Motorbugs at the back are unlisted, you can take those if you have to. Good luck."



Giving her a gentle nod and light smile, I trotted through the inner door to the garage with Sharpwing and Crash Dive, blinking my eyes a few times as they adjusted to the lights. Several rows of damn-near identical half-tracks stretched out before us, all in various states of repair and disassembly alike. Well, on the upside, won't have to go far to see about fixing any bodywork on ours...



Sharpwing looked over the paper slip, before starting to trot down the aisles, heading towards the back of the garage. Considering that our mini-tank is likely the only one to have a very heavy grenade machine gun strapped to it's back, finding it shouldn't be too much of a hassle... unless the blast knocked Boomer off. Or we lost some of our stuff in the tunnel when the explosion hit. Crash Dive's armored hoof rested on my shoulder as we trotted along, following behind Sharpwing. "If you're worried about our stuff, I tried to gather as much as I could before getting us out of there. Guess they didn't expect me to have my rebreather on when they bombed the entrance."



"Yeah... how'd they know we were in there, anyways? Couldn't have been just a coincidence." The soft smile on Crash Dive's muzzle faded to a distressed look, one that I shared with her. If they can track us... then again, being here, with all the AA guns around, maybe it's not such a bad thing. How big did Serene say those guns were? 12.8 centimeters? Damn, that's bigger than the ones at the sub pen... bigger shell, more effective. Well, we're at least technically safe here, if nothing else...



Sharpwing stopped at the end of one of the rows, the familiar sight of Boomer resting on the back of one of the Motorbugs being particularly welcoming. My wings carried me aloft in the cool air of the garage, a releived grin on my muzzle as I landed down beside the mini-tank. Well, for having been caught in a fuel-air bomb blast in a tunnel, it seems to've weatehred it pretty well. Trotting around to the wagon on the back, I pulled myself up, starting to go through the piles of stuff that were blown off and thrown back in. After a few moments, the olive-drab duffel bag finally surfaced, my forelegs quick to embrace it in a hug. Packed up, zipped up, and with any luck everything inside isn't smashed up...



Pulling it out and setting it on the back of the mini-tank behind Boomer, I took to unzipping it and starting to look through it. Sharpwing and Crash Dive, meanwhile, took to perusing the other mini-tanks nearby, the earthen-colored pegasus hovering over to nab a nearby toolbox. Pushing the fabric back with my hooves, I rummaged in my duffel bag, pulling out some of the contents. Okay, Thumper and ammo, good, good... Mmh, gonna have to try and fix some of those dented cases before I can use her again. Still, least her action and stock weren't damaged. Okay... War Crime. Bolt still pulls back just fine, long recoil... recoiling, scope might be misaligned but at least it isn't shattered. Gotta love how hard it is to break these guns with explosions. And the sword... yup, still a sword.



Letting a sigh of relief, I leaned myself back for a moment, just reveling in the small comfort of having our stuff back. Glancing back into the open duffel bag, however, the glint of a shard of something caught my attention, myself leaning in for a closer look. Spreading the top of the bag wider, it became apparent that the bottom of it was thoroughly soaked with something, a familiar armoma coming from it. I took a deep sniff, trying to pinpoint it - sweet, a little caramel-y, but mainly carrot-... my eyes went wide as it finally hit me, leaning back in shock. But... but... those bottles are supposed to be indestructible...



My voice echoed loudly in the garage, getting the attention of both Crash Dive and Sharpwing. Okay, yeah, I admit I may have gone a little over-the-top with it, but, my Sparkle-Cola, though... "NOOO!"



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"You can be really melodramatic sometimes, you know." It was late evening by the time we finally got back to the hangar with the two engines we needed, and the mini-tank and wagon, of course. The same wagon, which as Static was all too gladly smug to point out, contained a trunk with a modest number of still-intact bottles of Sparkle-Cola. I sipped from one of them, more slowly than usual, the earth pony leaned up beside me as we sat outside in the snow, watching the sky change color. "I don't think I'll ever understand why you love that soda so much. Well, I mean, besides the obvious points about RAD, but still."



A smirk came across my muzzle as I buried the uncapped bottle in the snow beside me, leaning myself against Static's side. "Oh, come on, it's at least a little obvious. Besides my family, Sparkle-Cola just has some nice traits. It's sweet, easy on the eyes, can come in some cute bottom-heavy packaging, too~" I pushed myself up slightly, passing a grin on to the earth pony sat beside me. He returned it, myself letting off a slight giggle. "Of course, I might not've been talking about soda, for once~"



Static chuckled lightly, giving myself a light nuzzle as he rested a foreleg around myself, pulling me in close to his side. I spread my wing out to gently encompass his back in return, letting off a small sigh and making myself comfortable beside the earth pony. What can I say, I'm a sucker for sweet things with good taste... The distant light of the sun slowly faded over the western rim of the canyon, Static releasing a long breath out into the chill air, the water vapor in it condensing into a light wispy cloud. He dropped his head for a moment, before meeting my eyes, myself shuffling up to better listen. "Night Strike, I... I do want to help you, with whatever happened while I was recovering. Whatever it is, I'm willing to listen, no matter what. You didn't seem... well, you."



My eyes fell to the snowy ground, a cloudy sigh leaving my lips as the earth pony looked on. I shouldn't... what would he think? I did it for him, but... My hoof lifted to rub at my eyes as I let myself slump forwards, wings falling limp. He doesn't need to know the specifics. I drew in a deep breath, holding it for a moment to collect myself, the crisp evening air blowing the wispy cloud away as I let it out.



"What happened... I... I did something, that I didn't think I'd ever do. After you got shot, I was just so... so..." I sniffled a little in the cold air, feeling Static's forehoof reach to hold my own. "I was scared, and-and angry, and... when you were recovering, that night, I..." I couldn't find the words for it. Blinking a few times, my vision was becoming blurry, the deep orange glow in the sky giving away to a soft blue from the moon. Static had shuffled himself closer beside me, his hoof gripping mine tightly. "I felt helpless, and I took it out on... I just don't want to ever feel that way again. If anything happened to you, and, and you didn't..."



The earth pony wrapped his forelegs about myself in a tight hug, resting his chin on my shoulder. Fresh, freezing tears flowed down my cheeks as I sputtered my breaths, shaking in his hooves. Static lightly shushed, gently rubbing up and down my back, trying to calm me. After a few moments of the gentle crying, I pushed myself back, Static resting his hooves on my shoulders as my sore eyes met his. "Look, just... promise me that we'll both make it through this, together and alive."



Static let off a slow breath, passing on a light nod as he pulled me back into the hug, myself resting my own chin on his shoulder. "I promise we'll both get home, Night Strike. One way or another, we'll both get through this." A shuddering sigh escaped myself as I snugged the earth pony against myself, burying my muzzle against his neck and letting myself relax. I really just needed to hear him say that...



The back door to the hanger opened beside us, drawing our attention, Sharpwing stepping out through it with Crash Dive. The earthen-colored pegasus blunk in surprise as her eyes settled on us, causing her to step back, before regaining herself. "Ahm, sorry if we're interrupting, it's almost past curfew. Well, mare's curfew, anyways... Serene can show you to the stallion's barracks, Static. Five in the morning, you can meet back up here... we do have a pretty nice break room inside, if you need it." The pegasus flashed a small smile as I looked back towards the earth pony in my hooves, biting at the inside of my lip gently. It's just for the night, Night Strike...



Static let off a small sigh, nuzzling myself lightly for a moment, before planting a gentle kiss on my lips. He rose to his hooves, helping myself up onto my own, both of our eyes locked to the others'. His glanced down to the snow behind me for a moment, before he trotted over, pulling a quarter-empty bottle of Sparkle-Cola out of it and passing it over with a gentle smile. "I'll see you in the morning, Strikey. Will be waiting for you."



A smile grew on my muzzle as I passed him a nod in return, watching as the blue earth pony moved through the doorway and back into the hangar. I took a sip from the opened bottle, feeling the cool liquid settle in my stomach - we've got each other. We've made it this far... we can get through this.



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"Vell, these new engines vill certainly be much more useful zan ze one zat vas left for us. Least of all because zey actually turn over..." Serene had begun fiddling with the two mini-tank engines by the time we arrived back in the hangar the next morning, a much cleaner diagram of the flying machine Sharpwing sketched out hanging from a board nearby the unicorn. Yeah, definitely does seem like it's a little less ridiculous without the big arcane reactor on top - not to mention, I don't think I'd want to have to be guzzling Radaway just to fly it. A pair of tanks wheeled themselves over in Serene's magic, the unicorn picking up some lengths of piping and a cutting torch, consulting the diagram again. "Most of ze frame can be made using ze piping, though we vill need some of the other parts sooner zan later."



"Long as it can keep pace with that fancy aircraft Turbine's got, we can at least give him a scare. And if that fails... well, I've sabotaged stuff before." Static gave a shrug as a jet of flame burst from the torch's nozzle, the unicorn turning the valve to a smaller blast and picking up a few lengths of piping. He set them aside for the moment, retreiving a pair of tinted goggles and letting off a sigh.



"Zat shouldn't be necessary, ze Dragon Mare is fast but it does have its limits. Unlike zis one, it flies on a large electric motor turning fanblades, so he can't run it at full throttle for too long. Ve just need to make sure zat ze Storch can outpace it at cruise speed, luck villing he underestimates us and doesn't bring a full charge." Pulling the pair of goggles down, Serene started to cut through two of the pipes, making them both even in length. The hot metal clattered to the floor as the unicorn pulled the cutting torch back, checkng the two cuts. "Of course, it vould help if we actually had all ze parts we needed. Vhere is Sharpwing, by ze way?"



"Uh... she said something about needing Crash Dive's help, then went off somewhere with her. I guess she might show up later?" Scratching at my mane, I passed on a shrug, Serene letting off a sigh and getting two more lengths of pipe. That was a good question, all things considered... suppose she must be doing something helpful. Wherever they are.



As if to answer us, the hangar's large doors started to slowly slide open, the bright morning sun streaming inside with the black silhouette of a power armored pegasus pulling a wagon casting a large shadow across the floor, a smile on her face. Sharpwing flew in beside Crash Dive, as she pulled the wagon inside, the earth-colored pegasus shutting the door. "Ah, sorry we're a bit late, had to call in a favor from those three blokes you saw yesterday. Captain Slow... er, Calm May, had a fair bit of fireproof fabric left over from his airship, just took a little convincing to get 'im to let us have enough for our flyer."



I blunk a few times as Crash Dive unhitched herself from the wagon, my wings carrying me aloft to head over to the wagon with Static. Serene turned off the cutting torch, setting it aside and moving himself over as well, his magic encompassing a large swathe of the fabric and holding it up for us to see. Well, I mean, it being fireproof is nice, I guess, but... "Uhm, Sharpving, why is it all colored zis deep red?"



"Eh, uh, well, red goes faster, obviously!" Serene shot the earthen pegasus a glare as I looked at the fabric for myself, rubbing a hoof over the material. Well, I don't know how well it'll actually work for wings, but I guess it's better than trying to make them out of solid metal or something. Sharpwing leaned herself against the cart, letting off a weak chuckle and a cough. "That, and, uh, this was all they had left of it. Heavy Strike said that Fast Track set most of what wasn't used in the airship's balloon on fire... somehow."



"I... guess we can be happy that this stuff is definitely fireproof, then?" Wearing a weak smile, I glanced between Serene and Sharpwing, the former giving his eyes a roll and going back to working with the piping while the latter seemed to thing for a moment, before giving a light shrug. She hopped herself up onto the back of the wagon, starting to slide the masses of fabric off, myself and Static helping her. It flopped to the floor of the hangar with a heavy thud, Sharpwing giving a nod and looking towards us, her eyes focusing on the band on my tail... I think.



"Say, um, Night Strike, just is somethin' I noticed while you were recovering... um... how do I put this... why d'you have two tail nubs?" I only blunk a few times in response at first, the whirring of power armor servos and Serene lighting the cutting torch again filling the silence. Crash Dive appeared beside Sharpwing, looking towards myself.



"I was actually wondering the same. Had to take everything they could off of you to properly patch you up after the explosion, didn't realize that I've never seen you without those bands on before." That... was actually a good point. Knew it felt weird getting dressed again yesterday, it was fitting the bands back on...



I looked between them both for a moment, before giving my tail...s a little swish. "Well, uh, one of my dads -is- named Twintails for a reason... don't ask me how it passed down to me. Not like it's obvious, anyways." Myself shrugging, Static trotted up alongside me, wearing a confused look on his face as well. Oh, c'mon, you of all ponies would've known it... unless you didn't. Somehow. Which I have a pretty good guess as to why. "I dunno, doesn't matter any, does it? I wear 'em bound up anyways, just feels... it just seems more normal than wearing them seperate."



Sharpwing only seemed even more confused, glancing over to Crash Dive for a moment before turning back to me. "I... guess. Just never seen anypony with somethin' like that before, least not anypony that didn't also have a few other extra things on 'em..." The earthen pegasus shrugged for a moment, moving over to pick up part of the unloaded fabric, checking it out. That expression still stuck on her face for a while, before she looked back up at myself. "Wait... what did you mean by 'one' of your dads?"



A dry chuckle left Crash Dive's mouth as she trotted over, drawing Sharpwing's attention. The power armored pegasus shook her head, resting an armored hoof on Sharpwing's shoulder. "Trust me, that is not a can of worms you want to open without a fresh bottle of Wild Pegasus in hoof. Let's just focus on the flying machine for now." Giving the earthen-colored pegasus a gentle pat, Crash Dive moved herself over to the rest of the stuff we'd gathered up, Sharpwing nodding weakly.



"Right... So, anyways, we've got an engine, we've got fuel, we've got stuff for the frame, and we've got fabric for the lifting surfaces. Just leaves..." Sharpwing's confused expression gave way to one of deep thought, the pegasus taking off from where the pile of fabric laid to hover over to the board near where Serene was working on building the flyer's frame. Looking to Static, we both joined her, watching as she read over the few notes dotted around it. "Well, gonna have a nice full shopping list, at least. Do we really need shock absorbers for the skids, Serene?"



The unicorn looked up from the pipes he was working with, setting them aside and shutting off the torch. "Vell, yes, since zis won't have any proper landing vheels we need as smooth a takeoff as ve can get. However, zere is one thing zat I vas thinking over zat ze Storch could do vith..." Pulling the welding goggles off, Serene levitated them over to a nearby desk, opening up one of the drawers and pulling out another schematic. This one just looked like some kind of odd turbine, except with the chambers seperated off and one being labeled 'exhaust in' for some reason. He wore a grin, tacking it up alongside the diagram of the... what did he call it, Stork? "A turbocharger. While ze engines should be putting out around six hundred horsepower combined already, zis vill give it a little more oomph. Higher pressure air in ze cylinders allows more fuel to be burnt, might get ze engine up to eight hundred forty horsepower. Vith ze right propeller, would like to see zat desk fan vith wings try and beat it."



Oooh, I do like the way that stallion thinks. More engine power's gotta mean more speed, after all, especially with such a light craft... I don't think even the TOG has a power-to-weight ratio like that. A wide grin was on my muzzle as Sharpwing only wore a smirk, passing on a nod. "Turbocharger, alright. Looks like we're gonna have a pretty sizable list for stuff to nick, then... kind of hoping that hangar'll have all of it." Serene wore a grin as he pulled a notepad and pencil from the desk, looking to the diagram he'd nicened up and starting to put down the parts.



Static stepped forwards, looking between us all. "So, far as all this goes, am I going to have to do this alone or will I get some help? Carrying my umbrella is one thing, I don't think I can haul all of this stuff too." Static bit at his lip as Serene continued jotting things down, eventually tearing off the page... only to start putting more down on the other side. How much stuff went into making a freakin' flying machine!? Really not envying Static at this point... then again, I think I know how well 'stealth' and 'me' mix.



The unicorn eventually finished, looking over the long list he'd just made up, before turning to face us. "Vell, if needed I suppose I can accompany you. If ve can set zings up right, zen ve may even be able to use your own Kettenkraftfahrzeug to some extent. Ve just need to set it up for a fly-over on zat part of ze air base, the loose snow vill do ze rest for us. Subdue ze guards somehow, break in, grab ze parts, out scott-free."



Sharpwing passed on a nod, looking to the partially-built frame that sat in the middle of the hangar. "Sounds like a plan, we'll get on with setting what we can of the flyer's internals up while you get on with the heist. Can at least set up the engines and some of the bodywork, maybe get started on building the wings, too." Serene answered with a nod of his own, folding up the list neatly and trotting over beside Static, heading towards the mini-tank. The earth pony turned to follow him for a moment, before turning to face myself, a hoof lifting to rest against my shoulder as we both looked into each other's eyes.



"Good luck, Sparky. Stay safe." He let off a small chuckle, us both meeting with a small parting kiss, my hoof gently brushing against his as he took a trot back and turned to head for the mini-tank. Sharpwing opened the hangar doors with a clatter, the engine of the small vehicle purring to life and pulling it forwards, the wagon being left behind. My eyes followed the little half-track for as long as they could as it sped off, Sharpwing eventually having to shut the hangar up again, hovering back over to us. I let off a small sigh, turning my attention towards the partially-assembled frame before straightening myself and looking towards Sharpwing and Crash Dive.



"Alright, let's get a flying machine built."





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