Random Writing

A/N: What you see here is around half the first chapter of my upcoming story, and some of the other stuff will make more sense when you read the rest of it.

Brawl was standing on his hind legs, against the wheel. It was 19:49, but he planned to stay up. He diverted his attention to a flash behind him. A scroll had appeared in a tray of ashes. He turned and walked over to it. It was a reply to the letter Doc had sent, saying there was a single bay avaible, but it would be costly. Brawl wrote a reply and put it in the out tray, and placed a bag of Bits with it. Enough to buy them 3 months docking in Canterlot. Brawl went back to the wheel. To the left the sun was setting, and if they made good time would be over Whitetail wood by midnight, then Canterlot at 10 o’clock the next morning.

Brawl picked up the plate and licked the last of the chilli off. Tank was a good cook, even if the two sometimes vied for toughest pony. What Brawl lost by not speaking, he made up in fighting skill. Besides, he didn’t need to talk; his own thoughts were enough to occupy him. Like now. He was pondering one of Docs mind games, being careful not to get distracted from piloting the airship. He had just crossed the Virgoe Peninsula. Wouldn’t be long before they reached Equestrian mainland.

Then he could relax.

Maverick closed the door of his room and rubbed his stomach. He lazily flew into the air and landed in the hammock hanging 5 feet off the floor. Almost back in Equestria, where the jobs were easy. He did most of the work, being the fastest moving pegasus on the team but he’d still get to catch up with old friends. He used a hoof to push him away from the wall, then let go and let the hammock rock. He placed his hooves behind his head and relaxed.

Doc walked into his lab. The roof in here was higher than the rest of the airship, and built into the airships cramped lower deck. He looked at the still smouldering metal tank. It had taken weeks to get the chemical mixture correct, and here was the result. He turned and went over to the worktable where E’s gun was sitting in about forty pieces. Maverick had described the weapon to them when he had told them where he came from, and E had liked the idea of a gun. Back then she had been into bows and crossbows, but she wanted something more advanced. After 5 weeks of pestering him, Doc had agreed to make one, something Maverick called a Barret .50 cal.

Then she had gone and gotten it broken in a fight.

Doc sighed as he picked up the hammer to finish re-shaping the meter long barrel. Then he could finish re-assembly.

Cap was walking through the cramped corridors on lower level of the ship. The airship had started of life as a cargo freighter, and when the team had brought it they’d redesigned it to suit their needs. Instead of a mammoth cargo bay, the ship now had a laboratory, canteen, 6 bedrooms and a recreational room.

And underneath all of that were a number of cramped corridors and rooms. Storage, a few holding cells and the secure storage. That was where Cap was heading now, to review a contract. He stopped in front of the steel door and pulled out the encrypted electrical key. Placing it in the slot the door hissed and swung into the steel lined room. Cap walked in and opened the secure safe that held previous company contracts. At present there were about half a dozen pieces of paper, all scheduled to be burnt except one. Cap picked it out and looked it over.

E settled into her queen sized bed and stared at the ceiling. She had pinned half a dozen targets to the roof and when she felt bored she would fire arrows into them, as a way of passing the time if nothing else. Just as she closed her eyes, she heard music start pounding through the walls. She shot up.

“Maverick!” she screamed before storming out of her room. She ran down the corridor, around the corner, past Cap’s room, around another corner and stopped at the room with the sign ‘Mavericks Crib’. She attempted to gain Maverick’s attention by destroying his door.

“Maverick, open the bucking door!”

A second later the music stopped and the door opened slightly. Mavericks face appeared.

“Yes?” he asked innocently.

“I’ve told you enough times not to play music at night! You KNOW it goes right through the walls!”

“Does it? I hadn’t noticed.” Maverick held up his device, something he called an iPhone, and tapped the screen. Another song started playing.

“Sorry for Party Rocking.” Maverick slammed the door in E’s face.

“MAVERICK!” E screamed before turning around and bucking the door.

“Sorry, can’t hear you!” came a muffled response from the other side of the door over the noise of the pounding music.

“Celestia damn it!” E gave up and stalked back to her room. She would get Maverick back for this. She stormed back to her room to start plotting.

Tank stepped into his room. It was a simple enough affair. Bed, a trunk with his favourite armour (Steel lined with Titanium strips, and his cutie mark scratched into the helmet), a desk and chair he rarely used. He spent most of his time either in the canteen or the rec room, watching Mavericks and E’s regular arguments.

He lied back in his bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep in a few seconds. He hadn’t been particularly tired, but after 5 years in the business he’d gotten damned good at cat-napping.