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- "So, Scoots. What's got you down?"
- >"Some bullies from school have been bullying me about not being able to fly lately."
- "Really now? Hmm."
- >Suddenly, inspiration strikes.
- >You're already setting out the schematics in your head.
- >Sure, they're half missing and most of it's just blabbering about how cool it'll be, but it'll probably work.
- >Probably.
- "Say, if I build you some sort of flying machine, would you be willing to test it?"
- >Her eyes light up like Christmas trees.
- >"Would I!"
- "Meet me back here this time tomorrow. I'll have it then."
- >You part ways.
- "Sup, AJ. Mind if I use one of your barns for something? Thanks."
- >"Now wait just a minute there, mister!"
- >You turn to face her, and put on your most displeased expression.
- "What?"
- >"The last time I let you use one of my barns, half of it was gone and the rest was on fire!"
- "I thought it would liven the place up a little. Now, if that's all, I'm going."
- >You ignore Applejack's protests as you walk into one of the barns.
- >She wants a barn that won't be destroyed by your work? You'll have to build her one!
- >With indestructible panelling, and fireproof supports, and a whole mess of defences against those that would disturb you while you work!
- >But now, flying device.
- >You push open the door to a barn, then sweep off a table.
- >Hmm. You'll need parts for this.
- >You whistle sharply.
- >And a brass frog hops up onto the bench.
- >He was the first thing you built upon coming here.
- >You were looking at a pocket watch, then decided to make a frog out of it.
- >His name's Rivets.
- "Good boy. Now, I'm gonna need some things. Can you fetch 'em for me?"
- >"Rivet, rivet!"
- "Thanks. I'm gonna need quite a bit of iron panelling, a steam boiler, some copper tubing..."
- >You list off some more ingredients, then dismiss Rivets.
- >He hops away to get you what you need.
- >He's so helpful.
- >Now, to fill in the blanks of this design...
- >You start to carve a blueprint into the surface of the table.
- >Rivets returns some time later, towing a pile of spare junk.
- >Lots of scrap metal and tubing, a steam boiler, a coil or two of copper wire, some panes of glass, and some assorted chemicals.
- >Close enough to what you had in mind.
- >You start to lay out the parts in order of when you'll use them.
- >Hmm.
- >This thing could be dangerous.
- >You whip up a nifty pair of safety goggles, then get to work.
- >The next few hours are filled with bolting plates of metal together, welding things on, and copious quantities of napping.
- >Being an engineer is hard work!
- >As you work, the sun rises to it's apex, then sets to the horizon.
- >You tighten the last bolt and stand back to admire.
- >She's a beauty, for sure.
- >And you calculate a mere 40% chance of critical failure!
- >And by calculate, you mean guess.
- >Well, time to turn in for the night.
- >You make a pile of the softer bits of scrap Rivets has brought you, then fall asleep upon it.
- >You rest easy, but have the niggling thought all through the night that there's something out there that doesn't like what it can see in your head.
- >Not sure why you think something can see inside your head, but it's probably nothing.
- >You awaken at about midday.
- >You stand up, and brush yourself off, and stretch.
- >You gaze upon your creation, and realise a few things.
- >There's no way that's running for long without overheating.
- >There's no way to turn it on or off.
- >And there's no way to fuel it, much less get the fuel for it.
- >You grab some trusty tools, and start to fix your contraption.
- >You wire up an ignition switch, then slash a few vents into it.
- >Grabbing a few bits of metal, you weld on some fins to dissipate heat, as well.
- >And you carve a hole in it to the fuel tank that you can seal up with a cork later.
- >Now, fuel.
- >You grab a few barrels of chemicals that look combustible, and mix them together into what is no doubt some sort of rocket fuel.
- >It is now time to show Scootaloo your new flying device.
- >You heft your new device and it's fuel, and lug them to where you told Scootaloo to meet you yesterday.
- >Maybe you should've built this out of something lighter?
- >But then again, not much else would stand up to this much strain.
- >You sit around for a while, before a familiar orange pegasus approaches.
- "Hey, Scoots!"
- >"Hi, Anon! What do you have there?"
- "A jetpack!"
- >She ooohs and aaaahs at it, before asking the inevitable question.
- >"What's it do?"
- "It flies. Strap yourself in."
- >Scootaloo finally seems to notice the rather rickety construction of the jetpack.
- >"I... I don't know, Anon. Seems kinda unsafe."
- >You kneel down beside her, and gaze into her eyes.
- "I solemnly swear that this machine is completely, one hundred percent, safe."
- >You tap her on the noggin.
- "Now are you ready to fly or are you ready to fly!?"
- >"Yeah!"
- >She's got a grin on her face! Spitting image of yours when you're working on something.
- >She crawls under the jetpack, and pulls the belt tight around her waist.
- >You take off your goggles and give them to her.
- "For safety, you understand."
- >She nods eagerly, and prepares herself for takeoff.
- >You pop the cork out of the side, pour the fuel in, and pop the cork back in.
- >Then, you turn the ignition knob, and the contraption roars to life.
- >Flames jet out the back, and after a few sputtering coughs, the rocket takes off, Scootaloo along with it.
- >You can hear her raucous laughter as she soars through the sky, before it nosedives into the ground and explodes into a fireball.
- >You rush over to see if your machine can be salvaged, and see Scootaloo crawl out of the crater, singed but otherwise fine.
- >The goggles are perfectly fine.
- >"That was fun! I wanna do that again!"
- "You wanna help me fix this hunk of junk, then?"
- >"Yeah!"
- >And that's how you got an assistant.
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