War of Steam: Building Pressure
White Sheets & Hot Grease
Breath came in short wheezes as a lone pony fought through the burning hulk of a
airship as it slowly collapsed around her. Every step was a labor in pain, with the fire
biting at anything it could consume to feed its rampage through the broken vessel.
Her only hope was a breach in the hull where a round had stricken the cruiser during
the attack. With the last of her energy she pushed herself forward, trying to reach
the only glimmer for a chance of survival.
"Almost...there." She panted, blood pouring down from the deep gash on her
forehead as it trickled down her neck, soaking into her shirt collar.
But as her hoof reached out to pull herself to safety, a deep groan rocked the ship.
Then to her horror the floor beneath her gave way. She screamed but no pony heard
her as the roar of shearing metal screamed around her. She flailed, trying to grab hold
of anything still solidly attached to the once mighty ship. Quickly her grasp fell upon a
steam pipe only to have it burst, as steam erupted from the ship's dying heart. Now
with the earth ever nearing, she glimpsed a single steel cable. With the last of her
strength and with her muscles throbbing in exhaustion, she took hold of the cable,
cringing as her body jerked skyward. One of the ship's air bladders had escaped the
blaze below and was now the only thing keeping her from death's cold hooves. The air
was frigid as she float away from the fire and into the moisture of the clouds, the crisp air
drying the blood that trickled down what was left of her shredded foreleg, as it dangled at
her bruised side.
"All my...books were...on that...ship." She wheezed softly, as the air pushed and pulled the
balloon through the ever dimming sky.
But at that moment she had bigger worries on her wary mind. She was, for one, drifting at
the wind's mercy with only a general sense of where she was going; and two, she wasn't
in friendly skies. At any point of time her tired body could be pumped full of a passing
enemy's rounds. But what was worrying her the most was amount of blood that was still
flowing out of her wounds. At the rate they where bleeding she would be unconscious in
a few minutes.
"I need to find someplace to land." She said through gritted teeth, as the bladder jerked
wildly in the surging wind.
With her muscles screaming in pain she focused what she could of her energy to the end of
her horn. At first only sparks shot forth from her battered appendage. But slowly a glow
began to build, intensifying til it shone like a star, burning brightly in the gloom of the gray,
clouds.
"I have to...make this...count." She groaned in the agony, as pain began to blur her vision.
She was forcing herself beyond her physical and mental limits, but there was no turning
back. She would either live or die in the moment her spell left her horn, sealing her fate.
She took aim and cast her spell forth. With a sharp crack a burst of magical energy left her,
burning toward the balloon. It weaved wildly as it passed through the clouds currents,
never definitively staying true to one course. But to her dismay, as she watched through
teary and blurry eyes as her heart began to sink. Her shot, thrown off by a gust of wind
was swerving wildly and was heading on a path to miss the balloon.
"No, don't miss!" She sobbed, as her spell harmlessly passed by the balloon, and instead,
headed to join the stars.
But all was not lost for the purple unicorn; for even though her shot appeared to be a glancing
blow a mighty gust whirled against the balloon, thrusting it forward into the magical projectile.
There was a soft popping noise as the spell pushed against the outside of the bladder and
pierced on through. A smile fell upon the mare's tired muzzle as a soft hissing noise filled her
ear's as the air slowly but steadily leaked out of the balloon. She drifted down bellow the clouds
and gazed at the earth below, searching for a place to descend. But all that surrounded her was
gnarled trees and jagged boulders peaking out above a blanket of mist that covered the terrain.
Closer and closer she grew to the earth, but no matter where she looked only a hard an painful
landing awaited her. With no other option she did the only thing she could do, brace herself as
best she could. Her legs snapped violently backwards as the balloon dropped sharply, slamming
her into the gnarled limbs of a tree causing her grip to loosen from the cable, sending her tumbling
down into the twisted branch's below. Quickly her body impacted the first branch, snapping off
the end with a shuttering crack as it slammed against her ribs, while many more of the branch's
cut into her violet coat and what remained of her tattered and bloody shirt, spilling more of her
already thinning blood. With a solid thud she impacted the ground beneath the tree, blood filling
and pouring out of her bruised an bleeding muzzle. She tried to rise but her body had no more to
give, as her vision began to blur as with her mind. Drowsiness came swift and fierce as her will
power took hold and tried to drive her forward, reaching out for anything for her body had to give
but to no avail as the pain of fatigue shot through her. Then slowly a unfamiliar chill began to wash
over her battered body. It crept, working its way through her battered hinelegs and into the very
bone's of her beaten frame. It seemed to coil around her, its grip tightening as it slither up her spine.
"I-I-It feels like I'm drowning." She coughed, as she tired to clear her throat of her own blood. Then
as if to and insult to injury thunder boomed in the distance. "Great *cough cough* rain. Just what I
need right *cough, cough* now."
But as she laid there, listening to the thunder drawing nearer, she heard something amiss in the
boom that resonated passed her. As it grew closer she realized it wasn't thunder she was hearing
but something very large moving in her direction with some pony near to it or next to it talking.
"You sure you saw it land around here sir?"
"Piece's, I saw piece's of that ship land around here." A colts voice responded to the first.
"Let's just grab what we can for now and come back later with the Skif."
"Agreed. So you go one way and I'll head the other?"
"Sound's like a plan sir." The first voice chuckled, as the booming ceased.
With what sounded like two light thud's she could only guess that the two had disembark from
there craft and were now on hoof, drawing ever closer where she lay.
"I wonder if anybody survived sir?" The first voice called to the second.
"Not sure, but could you come over here? Let's see if this air bladder is any good." The colts
voice called in response.
"Will you be needing a ladder sir?" The first asked as little rocks tumbled pasted Twilight's head.
"Forget the ladder Titan and bring the stretcher!" She heard the colt shout, as a blur seemed to
step into her field of ever slimming vision. "Miss are you conscious?"
She tried to answer but she only spit out more blood, as she felt her lungs begin to fill with fluid.
"Just barely." The colt stated, as a second blur came to stand beside him.
"Oh sweet Luna's shadow." The newcomer gasped.
"Yes but she's alive. Come on, help me get her onto the stretcher." The colt ordered, as his
companion set something on the ground.
Her body was numb, she couldn't feel them lifting her but the pain still registered sending a
jolt through her dulled nerves, the overwhelming desire to scream filled her as they carried her.
Pain arching through her with every step they took over the rough ground when finally the
surge's became too much for her as the world around her dimmed to but a shadow as she
finally succumbed to blood loss, drifting off into the blackness that enveloped her tired mind.
Then there was light, a bright one at that, burning in her eye's as it hung over head, with
shadows standing over her, holding things that gleamed in the intense light.
"I need twenty cc's of morphine stat!" A foggy sounding voice shouted. "And keep her sedated,
for Luna's sake she wake's up during this!" The voice shouted again, as something black and
rubbery descended upon her muzzle.
With a shallow breath she descended back into the bleakness, as a burning sensation surged
through her chest. Then something else began to make itself heard as the burning started to
subsided. No matter what she did or how she moved she couldn't move her left foreleg. Her
heart began to race, as it did a high pitch beep filled her ear's as the sound of hoof falls followed
shortly afterward.
"Take it easy miss, if you keep squirming like that you'll pull out your stitch's." A voice echoed
in her head. "Can you open your eye's?"
With tentative movement's she opened her eye's. It was blurry at first but slowly her pupils
started adjusting to the light around her. But just as her vision became clear a beam of light
shown into her right eye, causing her pupil to dilate and for her to cringe a little.
"Sorry, just checking if the optics were functioning." The voice said pulling the light away,
allowing her to see a sandy maned colt holding the light.
"Optics?" She questioned, as she gazed into his brown eye's.
"Oh I don't know if this is the best course of action but hold on, let me find a mirror." He
mumbled, hopping down from the bed's rail, letting out a sigh as he trotted over to one of
the rooms wooden cabinets.
As he rummaged through the cabinet she couldn't help gaze around and take in the room
she now lay in. Cabinets took up most of the far wall, each ones contents confirming her
guess that she was in a hospital of sorts. The rooms starched white walls cast a pale glow,
which only seemed to add to the light given off by the several bulbs that hung unevenly from
porcelain fixture's.
"Sorry for the decor, It's hard to find matching anything from salvage." The colt sighed, as he
shut one cabinet and open another. "So how does your condition present itself to you?"
"What?"
"How are you feeling miss?" The colt restated, letting out another sigh as he closed another
cabinet an opened a long stained drawer that sat just above the non-satisfactory cabinet.
"Umm pretty well, but what did you mean by optics and why can't I feel my left leg? She
questioned weakly.
"Ah yes about that." The colt said sadly. Even as his sand colored hoof withdrew from the
drawer, mirror in hoof. "Do you have any recollection of how you came to be in that crag?"
"Yes I was....I was...Oh Celestia" She whispered as her mind dead panned. She couldn't
remember how or why she had ended up in that crag, whatever a crag may be, but everything.
No matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she focused, she couldn't remember
anything. Nothing, where she had grown up, her parents face's, her home, if she had any
friends, all were empty space's in her mind. But as her emotion's began to boil over by the
shock of having everything she had ever know disappear, a little voice whispered the
question that broke the dam. What was her name?
"I was afraid this would come to transpire." He sighed. "Retrograde amnesia, lovely condition
only problem is that any information you had your head has been through into the proverbial
turbine.
"I-I-I-I can't remember my name!" She stammered, as she felt her world begin to crumble.
"Mmmh then it seems I might have something that will help you miss." The colt smiled, as he
reached into his stained dress shirt pocket. "We found this on you when we brought you here.
I believe they're yours?" He said extending his hoof toward her, holding two metal tags.
Slowly she reached for them, her right hoof taking hold of them as if they were a fragile butterfly,
as it was about to take is first flight. They were cold and blood stained but the information punched
into them was clear. Blood type; A positive, Serial number; 4A2-39-8901, Name; T. Sparkle,
Nature; Unicorn.
"Twilight." She whispered.
"Pardon?"
"My name." She smiled weakly." My name is Twilight Sparkle." She said, as a tear fell from her eye.
"Well miss Sparkle pleasure to meet you." The colt smiled. "Now you were wondering when I said
optics?" He asked holding up the mirror showing Twilight the extent of her forgotten falls damage.
Twilight's jaw dropped at the face that stared back at her through the mirror. It was her's, there
was no doubt in her mind that it wasn't. But as she gazed at her reflection, she couldn't help but
to reach up and run her hoof over the semi warm brass that now lay embedded in her face. It was
seamless, not a rivet, bolt, or screw to be seen. But as she ran her hoof down the gleaming surface
she could feel small bumps in the metal, just along the outline of the piece's shimmering joints. A
single glass lens sat at the center above where her eye should have been, telescoping in and out
of its brass housing, as it adjusted it's focus in the lamp's light.
With her head spinning Twilight could only stammer as her world tumbled into darkness yet again
as she fell back into the soft pillow that her head quickly collided with. "Unnn." She groaned, as she
passed out.
"Well she reacted better then I figure she would." The colt chuckled, as he set down the mirror on a
near by table. He whistled as he trotted from the room, shutting the patched together wood and metal
door with a soft click.
War of Steam: Building Pressure
Twilight found her bed unbearable as she fitfully squirmed beneath the soft cotton sheets that
covered her. She had awoken only a short while ago, but she found that, no matter what she
did, she couldn't lay still. But it wasn't all that surprising to her, she had been stuck in the same
bed and same room for the pass five days now. But with a huff she to correct herself, though
she didn't understand why, she really couldn't count for three of those day's as she was only
awake for a few moments of them. There wasn't much that happened but still it did puzzle her.
She would begin to awake, her still nameless caregiver always right beside her, as the room
came into focus, then the feeling of a sharp prick in her right foreleg and slumber quickly
remembrance her. But, for the moment, the source of that pain, or her quick lapse of
consciousness, wasn't her biggest concern. With a sluggish shuffle Twilight propped herself
up, then as gingerly as she could, raised her left foreleg into the soft light of the over hanging
fixtures just above her muzzle. The brown sleeve was snugly secured to her leg by means
of a leather strap, with it let out scrunch as she gave it a light tug with her free hoof, black
thread shifting lighting under the gentle pull. Then with a slight huff Twilight slowly flexed her
leg at first away then back towards herself, the sleeve giving a scrunch at each return as she
repeated this motion. She found after several reparations, with her leg back in front of her
muzzle, that despite the secureness and construction of the sleeve that her legs movements
didn't seemed hindered in any way, but with any lack of feeling it was hard to judge her legs
position from her if she wasn't directly looking at it.
"I'm probably not going to have any luck holding anything with you am I?" Twilight sighed
as she gazed at the glass of water that sat on her bedside table then back to her leg.
With a long sigh she lowered her foreleg and a small chill of helplessness bubbled within her
as she returned it to her side. Twilight closed her eyes and began to concentrate, digging
within the bleakness that filled her mind.
"Is something bothering you miss Sparkle?" A voice called suddenly, causing Twilight's eyes
to flip open and her whole body to give a sharp jerk as she quickly shifted to sit up.
"Oh.. Hi ummmm."
The colt shook his head and chuckled as he took his weight off the doorways frame.
"My apologies if I startled you miss Sparkle but I believe I would be accurate to say
that something is a bother?"
".......I would be lying if I said if I wasn't having some difficulties." Twilight sighed sadly.
"Perhaps I can offer some assistance. What seems to be your quarrel miss Sparkle?" The colt
asked, as he made his way over to her bedside.
"For the past few days I haven't been able to pick up anything with my left hoof and well...."
"And you fear if you try to use your horn you won't fair much better."
"*sigh* Yes."
"Well then miss Sparkle do you feel yourself up for a stroll?" The colt asked as he came to
stand beside her bedside.
"And get out of this bed?"
"Of course, but before we disembark a few thing must be addressed, such as the removal
of the hypodermic needle inserted in your upper right quarter." He signed, releasing one of
the beds steel rails. "Do you have a phobia of needles miss Sparkle?" The colt asked as slide
open a small drawer that lay under the bed. "Because if you do this might be unpleasant."
Then with huff, he gave a swift tug to the back of the needle, it withdrawing from Twilight's
leg in silent ease. Of course this didn't keep Twilight from jolting sharply in response.
"Did you have to do that so abruptly?" Twilight questioned, annoyance heavy in her tone.
"In a word yes. Now on to the second issue, you'll be needing a different attire Ms. Sparkle,
for as the main hanger is only fifteen degrees Celsius at the moment." He replied as he placed
a cloth bandage over the slowly dripping pin hole. "Now if you would hold pressure here for me
Ms. Sparkle I shall acquire a change of cloths for you."
In a quick spin he turned towards the door and, as Twilight looked up as she held pressure on
the patch, she watched as he spun back around an gave the wall next to the door a swift kick.
There was a loud ticking noise then a ding as a tile in the ceiling slide away and a brass pipe
descended into the room, it coming to a halt just below his snout. Raising his hoof he flipped
a small wooden lid off the end of the pipe and gave a rap to the tube before calling into it.
"Hello, Petunia, I acquire your assistance." He called into the pipe.
There was silence at first from the tube but then the echo of hoof falls resonated faintly through
before followed by a huff came a mares voice. "Yes sir?"
"Yes Petunia, could you procure some clothes for miss Sparkle and bring them to the infirmary
please?"
"Anything in specific in mind for miss Twilight?"
"Something suitable for a walk around the hanger Petunia."
"Of course." Replied Petunia, as a click echoed back.
"Well then miss Sparkle has anything developed with regard's to your memory?" The colt asked,
as he turned away from pipe, giving the wall a light kick causing the tube to ascend back into
the ceiling.
"No." Twilight sighed.
"Really? No improvement at all?"
A feeling of annoyance washed over her but then an idea popped inside her head. "Did you find
anything else when you found me?" She asked.
"No, other then an air bladder, and your Id tags miss Sparkle we recovered nothing else."
"What about my clothes? Did they have anything on them?"
"Well that's hard to say, all but your vest didn't suffer being shredded or charred." He said rubbing
his chin. "You'll have to take a look at it miss Sparkle." The colt stated, as the patch work door
swung open.
"I hope I'm not intruding Hayden?" The soft crimson mare asked, as she walked into the room,
clothes neatly folded on her back.
"Oh far from it Petunia. Miss Sparkle this is Petunia."
"Hello Twilight." Petunia smiled, as she trotted over to Twilight's bed.
"Um are those clothes going to fit me?" Twilight asked, as Petunia pulled them from her
back and place them at Twilight's side.
"Miss Sparkle you know that gown your in?"
"Yes?"
"I stitched that together and it seems to be fitting you pretty well" Petunia smiled but sighed
"Of course with that came a small challenge."
"Really?" Twilight questioned. "What do you mean?"
"Well its easy to make a garment for somepony you've done work for before but I didn't
have that luxury with you." Petunia replied, as she turned to Hayden. "Hayden may we get
some privacy."
"As you wish." He said with a bow, quickly trotting out of the room, the door clicking softly
shut as he departed from the room.
"Umm Petunia?"
"Yes miss Sparkle?"
"Could you umm help me with this?" Twilight asked, as she pulled a tan dress shirt from the top
of the pile, as Petunia quickly undid the button's that held the yellow gown to her frame.
"Oh of course miss Sparkle." Petunia replied, as her horn was enveloped again in the glow of
magic, illuminating her silver mane in a pale blue glow.
Slowly a light glow covered the shirt, as it lifted form Twilight's hoof, bathing the room in a blue
tint. Then in a surge of light the surface of the shirt began to ripple as Petunia's magic surged
through the cloth, bending the cotton threads to her will. Then with a quick flick of her horn the
shirts sleeve's snapped straight and the collar folded down perfectly in to a crisp edge.
"Now miss Sparkle if would you be so kind." Petunia said, as she lowered the now crisp edged
shirt down to Twilight, who had quickly slide off her gown and had placed it down beside her.
"Just stick my legs out to the side of me?"
"Well you could do that miss Sparkle, I was just going to lower it while you held you legs up."
"I don't think that's going to work." Twilight sighed and raised her left leg.
"Oh I see. Can you put both legs in front of you miss Sparkle?"
"Umm hold on." Twilight mumbled, swinging her legs forward and moving to the edge of the
bed.
"Prefect. Now duck your head." Petunia giggled, as she began to pull the shirt down
Twilight's front legs.
"Petunia your hurting me." Twilight half shouted, as the tan dress shirt was drawn over
her head, forcing her chin into her chest.
"Sorry miss Sparkle, but could you move your right leg a little to the left I could ..... oh
there we go." Petunia said happily, as Twilight felt the pressure that was holding her
head down subside.
"Ooow." Twilight mumbled, rubbing her chest. "I think you left a mark." She groaned
under her breath.
"Sorry miss Sparkle, I guess I over estimated the amount of magic that was required."
Petunia said, rubbing the back of her head. "Will you be needing any more assistance?"
"No... I think I can get the rest." Twilight replied quickly, as she did up the black buttons of
the dress shirt.
"Oh, ok just holler if you do."
With that the soft crimson mare trotted from the room, the patchwork door lock clicking
softly as it slide close in its frame. Twilight let out a short sigh, she hadn't wanted to hurt
Petunia's feelings, but it was probably safer for her to attempt trying to put the rest of
her new cloths on herself. Twilight reached over and pulled what was the second article
of clothing that made up the pile apart from a medium size wooden box. It felt familiar in
design as she slipped it on with ease, but most vest are. It's charcoal body laying lightly
against her frame. She had little trouble with doing up its three shiny gray buttons.
"At least this is one thing I can do with a numb foreleg." Twilight mumbled, as she pushed
the vest final button through its adjacent slot that was cut into the black fabric.
"Is every thing fitting miss Sparkle?" Twilight heard Petunia shout through the door.
"Yes, everything is fitting very nicely Petunia."
"Ok and the mirror's on the table next to your bed if you wish to use it miss Sparkle."
Petunia stated, as her voice grew distant.
"Do I really what to look at myself?" Twilight mumbled to herself, as she looked towards
the table that stood next to her bed, staring at the mirror that lay atop it next to her dog
tags.
Hesitantly Twilight reached toward the table, unsure if she was really ready to see what
had frightened her very soul several nights before. With a heavy sigh she took hold of the
mirror in her right hoof and slowly brought up towards her muzzle. A small gasp escaped
her lips as she gazed at herself. She knew this was the second time of seeing the warm
brass plate imbedded in her face but that still didn't make it any less shocking to see it.
"If only I could remember." She sighed, as she set down the mirror at her side, it resting
lightly on the white sheets of the bed.
Then as if on cue, Twilight heard the door, first clicking, then swing open as she raised her
muzzle to see who it was.
"Sorry to intrude miss Sparkle but I think I may have found a solution to one of your problems."
Hayden stated, as he stepped into the infirmary.
"Really? That was kind of quick."
"Well yes but a solution it is none the less." He smiled, making his way over to her bed. "So
then shall we be going miss Sparkle?"
Twilight gave a quick shim and a shuffle along with some help from Hayden but soon her
hindhooves where resting on the warm hard wood floor, the oak boards sending a pleasant
sensation through her legs. Then with tentative movements Twilight brought, first her right,
then her left forehoof down to the warm oak flooring.
"Has your balance suffered any ill effects miss Sparkle?" The Hayden asked, as Twilight shifted
her weight from hoof to hoof.
"No it doesn't appear like it." Twilight replied.
"Good now off we miss Sparkle." He chuckled, as they trotted out of the room.
Twilight shivered a little as they meandered down the corridor that lead from the infirmary, Its
granite walls offering little warmth.
"Sorry miss Sparkle, its quite difficult to heat a mountain of rock, even with the new the boilers."
Hayden sighed.
"Boilers?"
"Yes miss Sparkle, we use them to do a multiple of things."
"And heating one of those things?" Twilight asked, as they arrived at a battered door.
"Yes miss Sparkle along with power all this." Hayden smiled, as he pushed the door open and a
rush of light an heat washed over Twilight's body. "Welcome to the hanger."
Twilight's eye's widen at the sight before her. She felt that she'd been in a hanger before but noting
on a scale like this. Copper pipes lined the walls, each line a different size with different labels on
each. Some soared and penetrated into the black stone of the ceiling, which towered far over her
head. Others seemed to sink into roughly hued slot's that were craved into the stone and, to her
only guess, ran under the very floor they stood upon. Catwalks crisscrossed what was left of the
space over head apart from spaces where lights hung from long black cables with what looked
like green tuba horns directing the light to the floor. Then there was the noise and not to mention
the smell. It wasn't a harsh smell but Twilight could defiantly tell, even if she didn't know how, the
odor of lubricating oil and grease. Along with the tinge of somepony melting metal. But her eye's
where drawn away from the expanse of the hanger and its furnishings by a high whistle.
"This way miss Sparkle." Hayden state, rapping his hoof upon the railing of a brass flight of stairs.
"What is all this Hayden?"
"This is Elixir miss Sparkle, my workshop slash research lab under about two point five six miles
of granite."
"Two point what?"
"A mountain miss Sparkle two odd miles under a mountain." Hayden chuckled, as he reached the
landing of the metal stair case, giving another high whistle as he did.
"Umm why?"
"Because we like our privacy ma'am." A unfamiliar voice rasped behind her, as a figure strode out
of the shadow of the stairs.
His arms where the first thing to come into the light, there veins clearly visible against his rippling
muscles that lay slightly hidden under his dark gray fur. But it was his towering mass that stood
out the most, his mountain of a body seemed strained under the deep emerald green of his vest.
"And we're really not fond of surprise guest." He growled, his eyes seeming to burn into her as
their yellow glow glinted off his lower fangs. "But you ma'am are different." He chuckled, losing
some of his menacing aura, as he left the shadow of the stairs.
"Miss Sparkle meet Gravel claw, the Diamond dog of many talents." Hayden chuckled.
"Pleasure to meet you miss Sparkle." Gravel smiled, extending one of his massive paws toward
her.
"Gravel don't be rude." A new voice chimed in, this one much higher and more childish, as a slight
shudder plused through Twilight's frame. "Sorry miss but my brother can be forgetful." The new
voice added, as its owner stepped from the darkness as well.
His body was much smaller then Gravel's almost to the point of being frail and that the weight
of just gazing at him would fracture or shatter it. The color of his fur was a caramel tone which
blended and complemented his soft crimson vest, its pockets overflowing with wrench's and
small shining gears.
"Soft Fang at your service ma'am." He bowed, his deep blue eyes sparkling lightly as he did.
"And I do apologize for my brothers blunt rudeness."
"How am I being rude brother? I simply offered my paw to greet miss Sparkle." Gravel rebutted.
"But Gravel you have forgotten that a injury has befallen upon her leg." Soft Fang countered.
"I did not. I simply thought that she's up and about so by that it's no longer ailing her."
Twilight was confused at the sight before her. She open her muzzle to poss a question but
another high whistle made her stop as a loud ringing filled her ears.
"Ehem, Fang, Gravel, would you to please cease this argument." Hayden calmly demanded,
a tinge of menacing firmness coating his tone.
The brothers eye's locked for a second. "Sigh...... yes sir." The brothers groaned in unison,
embarrassment bathing both of their faces.
"Thank you, now do either of you know where Titan is?" Hayden asked firmly.
"I believe he's working on the Skif sir." Fang replied, crimson still bathing his caramel muzzle.
"Do you know his reasoning?"
"No sir just that he mentioned something leaking pressure sir." Gravel stated, a bead of sweat
sliding down from his forehead.
"At ease then Gravel and back to task." Hayden huffed.
"Yes sir!" Gravel shouted, quickly turning around to head back to his work
"As of you Fang I have a task for you."
"Yes sir?"
"Make haste an fetch Titan for me, I will be needing his assistance."
"On it sir!" Fang saluted, as he dug his claws into the stone of the floor, then in flash
was off.
"Ehem now that's out of the way miss Sparkle shall we on are way?"
