The sleek vessel touched down with an eerie silence as I reveled in the comfort of once again being safely on the ground. It was making a lot less noise than any powered craft I’d ever come across, and the grace with which it kissed the tarmac would have put even the keenest precision aerobatic pilots to shame.

It continued to roll the full length of the runway, despite having decelerated more than enough to come to an easy stop. From my vantage point beneath the gargantuan starboard wing of the Airbus, I was close enough to see the cylinders protruding from the strange craft were still rapidly rotating. Presumably, magic was propelling them. I was still unsure how I felt about that.

“Hey.”

The unusually quiet voice caught me off guard, so much so that I actually had to turn to verify that it had come from Fleetfoot. She gazed up at me with a soft expression, her ears involuntarily flat.

I raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry for winding you up. Felix isn’t really that bad-”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I know you’re having trouble adjusting,” she continued, “I-”

“Really—it’s fine,” I insisted, not wanting to be reminded of my earlier miniature freak out… Come to think of it, the sneaky pegasus probably witnessed the sorry spectacle. It would certainly explain why she was being so nice…

I threw Fleetfoot another glance, but she had since joined Raindrops in observing the taxiing aircraft, which slowly rolled to a stop next to the Airbus. The pegasi vessel was tiny in comparison, its vertical stabiliser not even reaching the Airbus’ wings.

A mechanical hiss sounded, and part of the fuselage slowly swung down to reveal several wide eyed pegasi. They stood motionless, staring at me as though I were a fascinating documentary on the Discovery Channel. It was only when Raindrops gave a noticeably irritable nicker that they hastily took to the air to survey the superjumbo instead.

I couldn’t help but crack a smile at their looks of awe at the airbus. They might’ve had magic, but human ingenuity was certainly no easy opponent.

I focused once more on their Magnus vessel. The cylinders appeared to have stopped rotating. I took a few paces forward to get a closer look at their design, but stopped dead in my tracks.

Quite possibly the brightest pony I had ever seen was now standing in the doorway of the vessel. Her coat was pristine white, and bore a lustre shared by only the finest of silks. A long, rose-pink mane flowed in graceful curls from her head to just above her forehooves, partitioned to one side. Bright, cerulean eyes twinkled as they surveyed the jet, slowly scanning its entirety.

Clearly, she liked what she saw, as her maw gradually grew wider into a rather breathtaking smile…

It was at this point I realised that my perception of this pony was unlike any other I’d met. There was no unease. There was no resentment at my predicament. There was no distrust.

It was… odd, to say the least. I was never a people person, and I sure as hell wasn’t a pony person either—but this particular pony immediately stuck me as the type I should be looking to keep around if I had intentions on keeping my sanity.

I could practically feel Fleetfoot smirking at me, but I was unable to take my eyes off of the new arrival… She, on the other hand, didn’t appear to have noticed me at all.

I observed her some more, finally noticing the long, thin, spiral engraved horn protruding from her head. The fear I had been expecting upon first encountering a unicorn was nowhere to be found. I was more intrigued, if anything. She wore nothing but a golden collar, outlined in black leather, with a large sparkling sapphire embedded into it.

She blinked. “That thing flies!?” she asked, glancing at Fleetfoot. Her voice sounded as bright and refreshing as her coat appeared. “Yakshit.”

“It’s true,” Fleetfoot replied, matter of factly. “Just ask the pilot.” She gestured a hoof at me.

She may as well have tasered me.

Those electrifying, cerulean eyes finally found my own, and I suddenly found myself overwhelmed by an uncharacteristic bout of shyness. Before I had even began to mentally slap myself, Fleetfoot spoke again.

“Jack, this is Felicity,” she said, either ignoring or unaware of my sudden nervousness. “You’ll need to tell her everything you can about your ship so we can keep it airworthy-”

Fleetfoot continued, but my attention was focused on the unicorn slowly approaching me, a modest little smile on her face. Her tail curled in much the same way as her mane, except arching up from her rump before falling back down. The way in which it swished in the light breeze was rather mesmerising, to say the least. Adorned on her flank was a large image of an atom of some sort. I had the bizarre urge to examine it more closely.

“-Jack… Jack. Hey, Jack! Are you even listening to me?”

“What? Yeah, course…” I halfheartedly assured, giving the pegasus an idle wave.

“Really? Well, what was I saying?”

I finally glanced at her, then back at Felicity, completely drawing a blank. The unicorn gave the barest hint of a nod toward the Airbus, followed by the slightest of winks.

I glanced back at Fleetfoot. “Something about the plane?”

At my tactless response, Fleetfoot gave a sigh, briefly throwing an exasperated look in Felicity’s general direction. “Nevermind, I’m sure Felix will explain.”

Without another word, she trotted towards the Magnus aircraft, from which an ivory stallion—another unicorn—with a large brown mullet manecut was emerging. As soon as he spotted me he shot me the ugliest glare I’d ever seen on a pony. I was quite taken aback, not even Cloudchaser had been so hostile. It was gone in an instant, though, as Fleetfoot began talking to him. Raindrops, who had been silently observing, trotted over to join in the conversation.

Shrugging off the odd behaviour, I was suddenly aware that I was very much alone with Felicity. I didn’t mind, per se, but I didn’t like the fact that my mind regarded the situation as such a big fucking deal. This pony was just a pony like any other. Granted, she had a horn instead of a pair of wings, but still…

“So. Jack.”

A few silky strands of her mane briefly fell in front of her eyes, before she deftly flicked them behind one of her ears with a swift hoof. “I hope you don’t mind-” her horn started to glow the same shade of pink as her mane, and a strange sound that could only be described as ethereal wind chimes filled the air, “-if I do a little bio-scanning?”

Something seemed to click in my mind. “...the fuck!?” I stared at her horn, backing away several steps. I was truly not ready for magic. Such blatant disregard for the laws of physics was quite frankly, terrifying.

Felicity chuckled, her eyes closed, upturned to form cute little arches. The sound of her laughter eased my panic somewhat, but I maintained my distance. Her horn faded out, as did the strange sound. “Sorry. I guess I’ve seen one too many alien flicks and couldn’t bear a missed opportunity.”

“Not cool,” I chastised, fighting to maintain my disgruntled expression. Felicity’s resultant grin, however, made it extremely difficult.

“So, I heard you’ve been having engine troubles.”

“Uh… yeah,” I cleared my throat, motioning to the other side of the jet. “The damaged engine is right over there.”

The unicorn barely acknowledged my guilt, if at all. Instead, she set off into a brisk trot toward the port side of the aircraft. My eyes tracked the hypnotic swaying of her elegant tail, and I ended up getting quite a detailed view of what was beneath it.

The natural arch of her tail left nothing to the imagination—this pony was very much an anatomically correct mare…

Look away, Jack.

The fur surrounding her business end appeared incredibly soft, and I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what the texture would feel like. And no, it wasn’t from lack of trying.

THWACK.

A sharp pain suddenly shot through my head. I cursed loudly, stumbling backwards a few steps and only just keeping my balance.

Felicity turned to face me with a bemused expression. “Headbutting the thing won't help.”

I had no trouble glowering at her this time. “Funny,” I deadpanned, gingerly rubbing at the growing lump on my forehead. I had somehow failed to see the open gear bay door right in front of my face...

Felicity wiggled her eyebrows at me, and flashed that killer smile.

I gave a noncommittal grunt, walking ahead of her to engine one. I wasn’t in any sort of mood to question why I’d just been staring at her junk… voluntarily… for such a long assed time.

The unicorn came to a stop beside me, and I flinched as her horn began to glow once more. The plastic sheet covering the engine vanished in an instant.

“How did you do that?” The question spewed out of my face before I could stop it. Felicity merely raised an eyebrow.

“They really have no magic where you’re from?”

“None.”

“Pity,” she mused, turning to examine the twisted fan blades.

I considered arguing that humans didn’t need magic, but any witty retort I could have come up with was immediately forgotten at the sight of the mangled engine.

My stomach dropped, my sober mind acknowledging all the gory details drunk-as-fuck me had managed to overlook. Most of the remaining fan blades were covered in dried blood, and several tufts of fur and feathers were clumped up on the compressor blades. Glancing at Felicity, I expected the beautiful pony to recoil at such horror, but she didn’t appear to be phased in the slightest.

“Well, shit. That slimy fuck really made a mess of this thing, huh?” she chuckled, a pink aura of magical energy once again emanating from her horn.

I frowned, but the mare ignored me. She began slowly trotting in circles around the engine, her horn continuously illuminated and her bright blue eyes focused on things I couldn’t see.

“You didn’t like him?”

Felicity let out a brief snicker. “What gave it away?”

I paused for a moment. “What was he like?”

Her magic intensified, and one of the large engine bay panels suddenly detached with a loud clatter and began hovering in midair like it weighed nothing at all. “You really want the answer from me? Because I can’t exactly promise an unbiased opinion, sweetie.”

The endearment, along with another flash of her devastating smile caused my heart to stall for a moment.

I promptly punched myself in the chest and cleared my throat. “I just…” I began, a slight sigh of regret breaking the sentence, “I just feel bad, even though there was nothing I could have done… even drunk off my trolley as I was.”

Felicity frowned, and my heart sank a little more. “... You flew this-” She waved a foreleg up at the jet for emphasis “-drunk? Why?”

I shrugged. “I like drinking.”

Her incredulous look continued. “That’s… incredibly stupid.”

“Look, it wasn’t that simple. I’d had a few the night before the flight—was still a little out of it the next day. It happens.” I shrugged again, holding up my arms in a pitiful attempt for justification. “I made some coffee. Everything was fine.”

Felicity lowered her eyebrows, but kept her silence as she telekinetically ripped out the damaged fan blades. I winced at the sound of tearing metal, but continued with my recollections regardless.

“But then we take off. The captain—who hated me, I might add—smells the whiskey on my breath, and the shit hits the fan.” I let out another sigh, bringing a hand up to wipe the accumulated sweat from my forehead. “I knew he was going to report me and get my ass fired, so I thought ‘fuck it’, and hit the bar.”

“And you figured that’d be an adequate solution to your troubles?”

“Well, no, of course not. It was just a short term relief, if anything.”

Though Felicity still had her attention fixed on the engine, it was difficult to miss her look of disapproval. “Yet you hadn’t lost your job at that point, and still had a duty to fly the aircraft.”

“Actually, the Captain threw me out of the cockpit.”

“And what difference does that make? Clearly, something happened to him, as you were the one flying the ship in the end.”

I looked at her with vacant eyes, knowing I didn’t have a leg to stand on. She stared back, her expression morphing into something that resembled pity.

“Yeah, well… if it weren’t for that griffin warp drive or whatever the hell that thing was supposed to be, then it wouldn’t have mattered,” I countered.

Felicity snorted. “Yes it would. You’d be out of a job for a start.” She turned once more to the partly disassembled engine. “Hmmm, I take it we’ll need a counterweight,” she said, talking more to herself than me.

“Ah, dearest Felicity, there you are!” an over-articulate voice interrupted.

I spun around so fast I almost made myself dizzy. The mullet clad stallion that had been glaring daggers at me earlier had somehow managed to creep up on the both of us. His eyes were green, matching the green beret he sported for his obligatory butt-mark. He was disregarding me completely, much too busy gazing at Felicity with a look of poorly disguised adoration.

“Oh. Reginald,” Felicity intoned. Her magic flared again, and the engine’s drive shaft rotated full circle. I blinked in surprise. Given the damage—that would have taken a dedicated team of aircraft engineers several weeks, yet it had only taken her fifteen minutes.

“I figured you’d like to see the alien and examine its strange technologies,” The aristocratic unicorn said, glancing up at the enormity of the Airbus.

I did a double take. “...the fuck did you just call me? Excuse me, Reginald, but I am not an ‘it’-”

Felicity’s horn finally deluminated. She held up a hoof to me, turning to face the snobby stallion with a somewhat agitated expression. “Shouldn’t you be reporting to Soarin? You know how he gets when you’re late for de-briefing.”

Reginald's face momentarily adopted an abashed expression, not unlike that of an admonished infant, and his ears sagged either side of his perfectly sculpted mullet. "I wanted to watch you work," he said in a small voice.

The adoration in his eyes betrayed a longing that the mare's simply did not reciprocate. Even though this was a completely different species, I was all too familiar with this godforsaken ritual. One party's obsession with the unobtainable, and the other's politely treading on eggshells in an attempt to keep the peace.

Felix had friendzoned this poor bastard. Hard.

“Go,” she implored, “I’ll, uhh… catch up with you later.”

She didn’t sound very convincing, but Reginald lapped up her words as gospel. “I’ll save you a seat at dinner,” he chirped, dropping a less than subtle wink at her before trotting off towards the barracks with his head held high.

The unicorn gave a muted sigh of relief, wiping her brow with a forehoof and focusing her bright, sapphire orbs on my barely suppressed smirk. She looked as though she was about to say something, but ultimately decided to keep her silence, turning back to the engine.

I paused, debating whether or not to tease her with what was evidently a touchy subject. Given that I was a tactless idiot, said debating took almost no time at all.

“So, your coltfriend seems nice,” I said, sidling up to the engine with my hands in my pockets and idly nudging one of the discarded fan blades with my foot. “Wait, am I saying that right? It is coltfriend, right?”

Felix glared at me, and the way she hastily whipped her head back and forth to check if Reginald was well out of earshot was the cherry on the cake. “Me, and Reg?” she half whispered, flicking her long, pink curls out of her face with a swift hoof. “No! … Why would you think that?”

I shrugged. “No reason,” I lied, pointedly grinning at her. She continued to glare at me, almost as if sizing me up.

“Okay, maybe he has a little crush, but my relationship with him is strictly platonic… Not that it’s any of your business.”

I gave a muffled laugh, holding up my arms. “Hey, it makes no odds to me… Just seems like the guy has a major case of the blue balls for you-ARGHOLYCRAP!”

A rather annoyed looking, upside down unicorn nickered loudly in front of my face. Apparently—her patience had ran out, evidenced by the fact that I was now suspended by my ankle. She opened her mouth, but I didn’t catch a word of what she was saying. An alluring scent of something oddly nostalgic hit my nostrils before I blacked out completely.

…

“... Jack! Oh Celestia, JACK! Wake up!”

“Five more minutes…” I grumbled, rolling over onto my unusually hard mattress. Like, this shit was rock solid…

Something warm and soft nudged my side, something that smelled amazing and had a lot of hair. I opened my eyes to find Felicity’s inches from my own, full of worry and concern.

“Wuzzah… How did I?” I stuttered, blinking moronically as the rest of her remorseful face came into focus.

“Oh, thank goodness! I thought you'd had some sort of reaction to my magic,” she gasped, once again flicking her mane out of her face, her anger all but forgotten.

I slowly sat up, staring at the part of my ankle that had been gripped by her telekinesis. It didn’t feel any different… In fact, I didn't have any recollection of it hurting at all.

“Jack? Are you okay?” Felix asked, probably wondering why I was having a staring competition with my foot.

“... The gravity,” I mumbled, finally understanding the cause of my impromptu nap.

The unicorn frowned. “Huh?”

“Try not to make a habit of dangling me upside down in future, ‘kay?” I chuckled, bopping her on the muzzle with a palm before getting to my feet.

Felix flinched rather adorably. “So, you're okay?” she asked again, gazing up at me with a look of utter confusion. “I mean, I don’t want to take the rap for harming a borderline intelligent endangered species…”

“Relax, I’m fine—wait, borderline intelligent?”

She gave a devilish grin, swishing her silky tail as she turned back to the jet engine. “Well, from what I've seen…”

“Excuse me, Little miss Atom Flank—I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in-” I began, but paused when I spotted a particular shade of blue careening around the side of the Raptor. “Oh, no. No. Not him.”

“What’s wron—hey! What are you-”

“-hide me!” I whisper-shouted, ducking down and attempting to conceal myself behind Felicty’s long, silky mane as the overly-persistent winged menace touched down. Felix simply rolled her eyes at my pathetic attempt to avoid detection and greeted the newcomer with a smile.

“Hello, Warmfront.”

“Oh… H-Hi, F-F-Felicity.” The stallion’s cheeks reddened, and he shifted uncomfortably on his hooves. “I… um… I was wondering if I could borrow Jack for a moment… I-If that would be okay…” he stuttered, seemingly only able to maintain eye contact with the mare for short periods of time.

“Sorry, Honey, I need him. Why don’t you come back later?”

My idle grin steadily grew into a fully fledged smile as the realisation set in—Atom Flank could possibly be a useful deterrent against Gigolo Pony, provided I push some buttons, of course. Abandoning my piss poor attempt at hiding, I quickly sprang to my feet, gently placing a hand on Felicity’s back. If the unicorn gave any reaction, she hid it well.

“Ahh, Warmfront! Didn’t see you there. What was it that you wanted?”

Warmfront cleared his throat, looking rather relieved he had someone else to focus on other than the elegant unicorn by my side. “Well, we were supposed to start your heat tamer training a week ago-”

“Ahh, yes. I do apologise, buddy, it completely slipped my mind!” I lied, knowing full well I’d been doing my absolute best to keep “horsefucking” out of my skill set the past week. “Tell you what—why don’t you demonstrate with a mare first, and I’ll take notes, okay?”

Warmfront blinked. “Well, um… Flitter is assigned to be your training mare, but she’s out on a cloud exercise at the moment-”

I held up a hand. “That’s not a problem, pal. I’m sure there’s a mare around here somewhere that’s willing to volunteer.” I mock-glanced around, eventually settling my gaze upon a mildly annoyed looking Felix. “Ahh! How… convenient.”

I shifted my gaze to Warmfront, who appeared to be visibly shaking with nerves at this point. “I… I-uh… I-I… I have to go,” he stammered, before suddenly shooting off up into the sky, and only narrowly missing the leading edge of the plane’s left wing. I let out a chuckle, inwardly rejoicing that I finally had some breathing space.

“That was cruel,” Felix sighed, the disapproval evident in her tone as she watched Warmfront spiral off in the distance.

I chuckled again. “You say cruel; I’d say necessary. I guess he also has a ‘crush,’ huh?”

A somewhat pained expression washed over her face. “I guess you could say that,” she mumbled as she once again turned her attention to the broken Rolls Royce. “Anyway, I need to get this engine operational as fast as equinely possible. Soarin doesn’t let ponies skip debriefing unless it’s for something really important.”

I snorted. “Don’t hold your breath. Even with all the right equipment, fixing a Trent 900 takes weeks.”

Felix smirked, lowering her eyelids. “Yeah, for hyoomans, maybe, but I’m a unicorn.”

I crossed my arms, levelling the mare with a look of heavy skepticism.

Felix grinned in response, before exploding with a loud CRACK and a blinding flash of white light.

I yelped, tripping over one of the fan blades scattered about the tarmac and landing on my side, blinking repeatedly in an attempt to coax my impeded vision back. After a few seconds, I was able to glance around. Felix was nowhere to be found.

“What the… ?” I gasped, pulling myself to my feet to check if she was hiding behind the landing gear or something. Before I had so much as taken a step, there was another loud CRACK, accompanied by another flash. Thankfully, it had come from behind me, so I wasn’t blinded by the light this time.

Bewildered, I turned to find a grinning Felicity—thankfully intact, I might add—stood next to a pallet full of sandbags I was guessing she intended to use as a counterweight.

“Y-You can fucking teleport?”

Somehow, the unicorn’s grin grew wider, and I could have sworn she fluttered her eyelashes. “Oh, sweetie, teleportation is merely the tip of the proverbial iceberg,” she said, her horn flaring up once more.

A series of shivers ran down my spine, either from her sultry tone of voice, or the eerie sound of ethereal wind chimes now filling the air. I wasn’t sure which. “That’s OP… You’re totally OP.”

The entire engine, along with a significant portion of the port-side wing, was now encased in her shimmering pink aura. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, as the large pallet of sandbags slowly began to levitate up off the ground.

With a slight wrenching sound, the bolts holding the engine in place popped out as though torqued by an industrial air gun, before beginning to levitate alongside the now free engine.

My jaw practically fell off my face. Seven fucking tonnes of jet engine floated in the air alongside the pallet of sandbags, which presumably weighed the same. And that wasn’t even taking into account the freaky gravity…

“... How?” I whispered, gazing in awe as I witnessed the fuel lines and electrical wires bridging the gap disconnect with a level of calculated intricacy the likes of which I’d never seen. Simply put—it straight up shouldn’t have been possible. How could this pony have the knowledge necessary to so easily manipulate something as insanely complex as a jet engine? To her—this was alien technology—yet she was making it look as simple as pulling lego blocks apart.

“Hmm… Ah! Yes…” The unicorn happily babbled away to herself as she set about attaching the thick ropes from the pallet to the engine mounting points on the wing, all the while still levitating both the pallet and the engine.

“How are you even? What? That’s impossible…” I stammered, yet the seven-tonne aircraft engine drifted lazily through the hot summer air regardless. Felix trotted along underneath it, happily humming a cheery tune to herself.

I never thought I’d see a pink-maned unicorn casually wandering off with a jet engine, but here it was, happening right in front of my face.

“Hey! Where are you going?” I called after her, almost jogging to keep up.

“Hangar three. Need somewhere to crack this thing open. Also, a mounting point would be nice, seeing as I’d rather not be stuck levitating it everywhere.”

“You’re really serious about trying to fix it?” I asked. Felix was smart, no doubt, but I was still skeptical that she’d be able to repair the engine without the proper tools and know-how.

“It’s not as bad as you think. I’ve seen some earth pony concept designs that are similar, but were never developed due to lack of funding.” Upon reaching the already open hanger, which just happened to be made of clouds, Felix trotted in, just like any pegasi would. I, on the other hand, was a little more hesitant.

“You can walk on clouds as well?” I asked, from the edge of the tarmac.

“What?” She asked, giving me a puzzled look, before seeing where I had stopped. “Oh, hold still a sec.”

“Wait. What are you gonna do?” I shot at her, but her horn had already flashed.

She busied herself with attaching thick chains from the overhead scaffolding in the hanger to the engine mounts whilst I tried to figure out if she had actually done anything to me. In less than a minute, the engine was hanging from the ceiling.

“I don’t feel any different.”

Felix gave me a confused look. “Why would you? It’s just a cloudwalking spell.”

I stared at the cliff edge. The floor of the cloud hanger shimmered like a superfluid, forming a perfectly level seam with the solid ground, yet I was still more than a little apprehensive about stepping foot onto what was essentially just organised water vapour.

“You coming in, or—”

“Just give me a minute,” I interrupted, trying to convince myself I wasn't about to fall to my death. Instead of the eye-roll I’d been expecting, the unicorn surprised me.

“Here,” she sighed, trotting over and stopping at my heel with her side to my thigh. “If you feel like you're about to fall, you can grab onto me.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, gently placing a hand on her back.

Steeling myself, I stepped forward with bated breath, applying only a slight pressure to the cloud surface with my foot. The spongy resistance it met surprised me so much I completely lost my footing, reflexively lunging at Felix and locking my arms around her barrel as I fell fully onto the cloud surface.

The unicorn let out a yelp as I inadvertently dragged her down on top of me, her head coming to rest on my chest and a rather large amount of her curly mane covering my face. It smelled like strawberries.

“Well, don’t you work fast?” said a voice.

Felix immediately sprang to her hooves, the barest hint of a blush on her face as she turned to face the newcomer. I also whipped my head to the hangar entrance, spotting a very smug looking Fleetfoot lying on her stomach at the cliff edge, her forehooves crossed and a stupid grin on her face.

“What? No! Clouds are slippery.” I pointed an index finger at her. “Don’t even think about twisting this the wrong wa- … Oh, why should I even bother…” I muttered, sighing in defeat as I cautiously got to my feet. Cue the annoying General and her stupid-assed chuckle.

“Y’know, fooling around with the hottest pony at the academy in an open hangar isn’t really the smartest idea. The mares will undoubtedly try to steal you away, and the stallions will probably hate you for going where they can only dream.”

I simply glared at the pegasus, whereas Felix rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you make it sound like I’m at the top of every stallion’s rut list…”

Fleetfoot smirked. “You are. Probably a few mares’ as well.”

“... And we weren't ‘fooling around’. Jack merely slipped because he’s not used to cloudwalking,” Felix continued, opting to ignore Fleetfoot’s interruption. She turned back to the jet engine suspended from the hangar ceiling. “I assume you’re here for an update on the repair job?”

Fleetfoot gave a nod, getting to her hooves and trotting onto the cloud floor for a closer look. “Can you fix it?” she asked.

“Well, the compression stage will need a good clean, but it looks like there’s been an oil fire further back. Possibly, a stub pipe has been blown off when Windrunner knocked the fan blades out. To be on the safe side, we should really get the turbine discs replaced along with the fan blades, as they look like they’ve taken quite a bit of fire damage.”

I blinked, still quite in awe of the unicorn’s knowledge of the inner workings of a jet engine. Fleetfoot seemed satisfied at the report. “You can get the parts?” she asked.

“I think I can reverse-engineer the blueprints off of the broken pieces. Might take a few weeks, though.”

Fleetfoot gave a satisfied nod, before turning to me. “Just try not to distract her too much,” she said, with a sly smirk. Before I even had a chance to retort, the General took flight, once again leaving me alone with the beautiful engineer.

Author's Note

Not to sound like a broken record or anything, but I'm sorry this took so damn long. Have a pic of sexi new unicorn to compensate, eh?

My god-awful 'art' doesn't do her justice, (I'm a total SAI n00b) but at least it will give you an idea of what Felix is supposed to look like.